Any of my readers who have been around for awhile know I love the Old West. I'm happiest when watching men in black frock coats, ladies with bustles and listening to the clip-clop of horses hooves and the thump of boots on the boardwalk.
Last week our grandsons were in town so we took them out to Rawhide. This is a rebuilt Rawhide south of Phoenix and although I'm not real crazy about it I had to share this taste of the West with the boys.
Papa taught them how to play checkers.
Alex experienced reaching new heights.
And riding the bull.
While Brendan rode the rapids.
They weren't too sure about the gunfights at first but eventually realized nobody was really getting hurt and the gunshots were just loud noises.
We have given Brendan many cowboy sets for gifts and he plays with them all the time. I try to give him bits of information about real outlaws and lawmen to base his play on. I can only imagine what this trip has created in his mind. The one thing we didn't get to do is ride in a stagecoach which was disappointing because he loves his toy stagecoach. It rained hard the day before and they couldn't take the horses and wagons out into the desert. I was disappointed but seeing the Wild West through another generation's eyes will always be a special memory for me.
Before they left I made sure we watched "Gunsmoke" and "The Rifleman" on ME TV. There's nothing like those shows for teaching lessons and jump starting imaginations.
Do you have special memories related to the legends of the Old West? Did you watch the wonderful old Westerns on television? Do you enjoy movies about the Wild West?
Word Prompt: Wagons