by
Laurean Brooks
Hello out there, fans of Smart Girls
Read Romance blog. I've given considerable thought to what to post this month and finally settled on a topic. Because it's May, and my favorite TV cowboy will celebrate his birthday
on May 30th, I decided to devote this blog post to him.
Since heart-throb Clint Walker, better
known as Cheyenne, arrived on the screen in 1963, my heart has
never been quite the same. My sister Jewell and I fought over this
handsome, lanky, and muscular cowboy. Every fall, Jewell and I watched for the
premieres of new TV Westerns. We would watch the first
shows then decide who got to claim which cowboy. We divvied them up equally.
This method worked out well with Bonanza, The Virginian, and the other Westerns.
Until . . .Cheyenne Bodie trotted in on
a stallion, flashing his crooked grin right at me (Jewell insists
he was grinning at her). Alas, our carefully made-up
rules flew out the window. One look at this cowboy brought out the
competitive spirit in two normally agreeable sisters. Neither of us gave in. When I yelled, “He's
mine, I saw him first!” she would yell back, “No, I saw him
first!” (Not.)
After weeks of debate that did nothing
to settle the matter, we knew the only option was to share Cheyenne. At
night, after everyone was in bed, we lay awake in our twin beds and
took turns imagining scenarios then relating them, about life in
the mid-1800s and our respective courtship with Cheyenne Bodie. Usually, we
incorporated silly scenes that sent us both into hysterics.
The trouble was, Mama was a light sleeper. If her
bedroom had been anywhere but across the hall, our giggles wouldn't have awakened her. But, with our luck, that's exactly what happened.
She'd yell from her bed, “If you
girls don't quieten down and go to sleep, I'm coming in there. And
you are NOT going to like it!”
I hate to admit this, but a couple of
times she did march across the hall. When she stood over us, between our beds, pointing her finger at us, we pretended to be fast asleep. It saved us, but my heart beat so
loud I was sure she heard it. After, “Okay, this is
your last warning!” she swept out of our room and back to hers. Out of sheer
terror, we shut our mouths and willed ourselves to fall asleep.
Clint Walker will turn ninety this
month. I can't believe how fast the time has flown. I still have the glossy picture of him (from his fan club) in a billfold I carried through
junior high. It's even autographed, “Best Wishes.” And for what
it's worth, Jewell does NOT have his picture.
Eat your heart out, Sis.
I hope you enjoyed this post. If you
did, please leave a comment and tell us who your favorite heart-throb
was. Some of us were born decades later, so we will have varying ideas on
which guys made the list. Still, 'm sure our blog readers would love to
compare our crushes with theirs.
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Hello, Smart Girls Read Romance fans. I'm sorry I was late getting over here. It's been a sad day. We put our sweet Yellow Lab to rest under the Mimosa tree.
ReplyDeleteLaurean, I adored Clink Walker! I could sing his theme song by heart. Just a crazy kid in love with a hunk of a cowboy. So sorry to hear about your dog. It's tough. They become family members. I swore after our last dog that there would be no more animals since we travel. But I sure miss the companionship of a pet.
ReplyDeleteI'm also a fan of Clint Walker. So nice to know you and your sister had a good relationship. I always wanted a sister my age. Mine were half-sisters near my mom's age.
ReplyDeleteHey Judy Ann. I appreciate the condolences. We will get another dog to replace him, as soon as we stop grieving. I don't remember Cheyenne having a theme song, Maybe I need to Google that.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by, Caroline. Who could look at that hunk and NOT be smitten? I'm sorry you missed out on a sister near your age. Jewell and I played dress-up. We were dance hall girls, even had a dance act worked out. Lol. And we pretended to have a special cowboy who came in the dance hall to court us. In the end, they would always rescue us from that kind of life. Lol.
ReplyDeleteTerrific post, I enjoyed reading it but gotta admit...cowboys did nothing for me. (Well, okay, I kinda sorta did like Trampus on The Virginian, LOL) For me, it was The Man from U.N.C.L.E. with Napoleon Solo...ooh la la, and I took turns drooling over Illya Kuryakin and his cool accent. :) But their intrigue and secret identities...ah, that captured my imagination and sense of adventure.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Can I return to those long ago days of carefree evenings spent in front of a black and white TV with a bowl of hot popcorn in my lap? Such fun!
Miss, Mae, thank you for dropping in. I kinda drooled over The Man from U.N.C.L.E. but sis drooled over Illya. She was always drawn to unique heroes. Even Mr. Spock on Star Trek.
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