Yes, I'm a sappy, nostalgic Baby Boomer cream puff when it comes to this time of year. But as I grow gracefully old, my memory of specific Christmas mornings past fads like a pair of seafarer jeans. BUT, there is ONE that stands out above the rest. I call it my Roy Rogers Christmas.
Apparently, my parents must have known that I was a big RR fan (I wonder how they knew) because on Christmas morning there was the largest package I had ever seen. Inside was the complete Roy Rogers collection: Leather vest and chaps, the official Roy Rogers camping cook set (fry pan, utensils and canteen (I think) and to top it all off, a double leather holster with twin Roy Rogers cap guns! Holy Cow! I had just reached Roy Rogers heaven on earth.
I don't really know what happened to the camping cook set (I probably tried to make eggs on the stove with the plastic frying pan) but those shiny silver cap guns wouldn't be worth a plug nickel to a collector today.
Years later, I found one of the guns in the bottom of a box my mother had sealed and labeled "old toys." The "chrome" was all but worn off leaving just a smooth white plastic shape . The trigger was "fanned" to a nub and the sight was just a bump on the end of the barrel. I think the collectors call that "play wear." I call it "chasin' bad guys."
Happy trails.
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