Showing posts with label Roy Rogers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roy Rogers. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Waking the Dead: Happy Trails

Sunset Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary - Apple Valley, CA

Don't you love when things come full circle?  When we were very young, my grandparents took us to the Roy Rogers Museum.  There we saw all kinds of amazing things, including a fully-taxidermied Trigger.  My grandparents were great for taking us to some off-beat places and that day is one of my fondest memories with them.  The memory can't be entirely relived because the museum as it was, was moved to Branson, MO, and that outlet of western wonder has subsequently shuttered its doors as well.  Now the closest we can get to that sunny afternoon with my grandparents is the final resting places of those great stars of the West, so we headed on over to Sunset Hills Memorial Park in Apple Valley to visit the graves of Leonard Franklin Slye and Frances Octavia Smith, otherwise known as Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.


"The Cowboy's Prayer" - Roy Rogers

In the dappled sunlight of what I like to think (although I have no substantiation by a certified horticulturist) is a cottonwood tree, is the final resting place of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, the King of the Cowboys and the Queen of the West.

Who knew Dale's birthday was Halloween? Spooky!

Obviously, as regulars on TBN, the Rogers were devout Christians.
I did a search for the meaning of the 33 inside the triangle and came up with some lame answers like
"Perhaps it was his brand," and "I think it has something to do with the age of Trigger when he died."
A more likely explanation was that Roy Rogers was a Mason and there are 33 degrees of Masonry.  Masonhood? Masonship? Masonism?  In looking up the significance of the 33 and the triangle, I was directed to all kinds of occult, conspiracy theory, and secret society websites...a little too creepy for my taste, so I'll just go with a simple,
"Yep, he was a Mason alright." 

And don't even get me started on their western wear...
If they weren't already dead, I might kill 'em for it.
(I'm a pretty terrible kind of a person, aren't I?)

Amber, Bobby, and Mary paying their respects under a beautiful desert sky.

The graves of the Rogers can be found quite easily; they are immediately to the left of the main entrance, under a shady tree and next to the fish pond.  As long as we were in the area, we decided to see if there were any other noteworthy headstones or wacky tacky epitaphs.

I was a little perplexed at the Sironi's marker.
Were they buying engraving on the installment plan?
Why do we know so little about them?
Their individual headstones revealed a little more about their personalities.



Trigger

Visiting Roy and Dale's graves was a bit like visiting the markers of my own grandparents', which I try to do at least once a year.  The very last song played at my grandma's funeral service, as performed by the women of her choral group and played on the organ, was "Happy Trails."  See what I mean about everything coming full circle?  So to you, I also say, "Happy trails, until we meet again."

"Happy Trails" - Roy Rogers & Dale Evans

Sunset Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary
24000 Waalew Rd
Apple Valley, CA
(760)247-0155



Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Desert Oases: THANKFUL for Vintage Roadside

At this point, you are probably giving thanks that this is to be the last post from our whirlwind, desert, birthday extravaganza!  I, however, am somewhat wistful that it is all over.  Nevertheless, on this the official day of gratitude and giving thanks, I am reminded that the whole trip was joyful and, in the immortal words of Irving Berlin via Bing Crosby, "I've got plenty to be thankful for."

"I've Got Plenty to be Thankful for"

***SIDE NOTE***
Speaking of Bing, for whatever reason, our latest post about Bing Crosby's Blue Skies Trailer Village posted out of order.  If you haven't had a chance to read it, just follow the link.

I really do have plenty to be thankful for.  As my natural tendency is towards being a complete and utter ingrate, I must remind myself daily to count my many blessings.  I feel another song coming on.

"Count Your Blessings"

Hmmm, that Irving Berlin was an unnaturally grateful fellow.  Taking a note from him, I will share with you what fills our wacky tacky hearts with gratitude, at this time of year or any - VINTAGE ROADSIDE!!!  I won't go into detail on every attraction as the pictures are pretty self-explanatory.  I will say that we visited all of these spots in a 24-hour period and we are so grateful that sights like these are in relative abundance within a short distance of our home.  Furthermore, we are grateful for the creative minds that gave us these unnatural wonders of the world.  Further still, we are grateful for the nostalgic hearts that maintain these structures so we can continue in our pursuit of all things wacky tacky.

82-503 Hwy 111
Indio, CA




Pioneertown, CA
53688 Pioneertown Rd.
Pioneertown, CA

Beautiful!!
Pioneertown was once a western lot used to film scenes for movies and TV.
Roy Rogers broke ground for Pioneertown in 1946 with the help of
The Sons of the Pioneers, from which the town takes its name.

"Wagon Wheels"
I'm pretty sure this is what Heaven sounds like.
One of you will have to drop me a line and let me 
know as it is unlikely that I will find out firsthand.

Rustlin' some steer.

We would have died within five minutes of being on the trail.

That's one crazy totem pole!

I couldn't stop her...

You don't get like this by sucking lemons!

My new album cover

Boot Hill
So long, ol' friend.

The restrooms at Pappy & Harriet's in Pioneertown
"Studs" & "Fillies"

Interior of  the Bottle Wall at Pappy & Harriet's

Exterior of the Bottle Wall

Cabazon Dinosaurs
50770 Seminole Dr.
Cabazon, CA

True, the Cabazon Dinosaurs are iconic and
probably deserve an entire post of their own.
What can I say that hasn't already been said?
They are fundamental to the cause of wacky tacky.


If you've never had a chance to be inside a brontosaurus,
this is what it looks like.






Snake charmer


Tell me that you don't find this absolutely breathtaking.

Giant Gumby & Pokey - Norco, CA
4175 California St.
Norco, CA

The best part about Gumby and Pokey?  They aren't a marketing gimmick; 
they are just lawn art in someone's front yard.

Hahaha...he's doing what I'm doing.

Thank you, dear readers, for indulging me in my inherent neediness, childish behavior, and wacky tacky antics; Thank you for following along on our (mis)adventures and sharing your comments.  Lately life has been a bit crazy but with a brother-in-law deployed in the army and some health issues in the family and of my own, it is nice to put things in perspective and examine all that for which I should be thankful.  I have a healthy, beautiful nephew, an amazing family, and the support of friends; I count myself as very blessed and grateful!  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny