Throwback Thursday, and another look back into the dim, dark past.
It’s Christmas Day. December 25 1953. We were posing for a family portrait in the driveway of our next-door neighbors’ house. He was a photographer with a darkroom set up on the side of their garage, and produced several wonderful images of our house over the years they lived there.
Yes, that’s me in Santa’s latest delivery, a new cowboy outfit, complete with toy gun and fake boots that were really just covers that slide down on top of my regular shoes, if I recall correctly.
And a friend commented: “Check Waialae Iki and Hawaii Loa in background – with nary a structure. Nice.”
It’s a whole image that certainly smacks of some kind of weird, media-driven cultural colonialism that obviously spread to our little spot on these tiny islands far from Hollywood’s cowboy fantasies.
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“media-driven cultural colonialism.”? That’s a mouthfull with my Cheerios. I guess your family owned a television.
Cultural colonialism? I guess. LOL! Although I’m sure Roy Rogers never imagined himself as being any kind of an imperialist. Just a good ole TV star who had the foresight to cash in on his fame with merchandising.
If that’s not official RR garb you’re wearing, it’s a knockoff that definitely took advantage of children’s fascination with the RR Show.
No one looks particularly happy on that Christmas morning.