Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh DUH DUNH DUNH! Every Sunday evening. My cousin had a crush on Michael Landon. She was a teenager, a young teenager, but a teenager. She NEVER missed Bonanza. I suppose I watched it, but I don’t remember anything about it except the opening. I don’t know why. Maybe we had to go to bed right after Disney or maybe my parents didn’t like it or?
Bonanza definitely romanticizes life in the wild and wooly west.
Our TV watching was limited, severely in comparison to that of my friends. I have dim memories of The Lone Ranger, but I never saw Gunsmoke, or most of the other westerns that were on tv in the fifties and sixties with the exception of Bat Masterson. I don’t know why we watched that (Friday night, after the Flintstones) except maybe my mom had a crush on Gene Barry who played the leading role. The real life Bat Masterson was a gambler, army scout, law man and sports writer. He was a dashing character in life and in the TV show. There were — and are — so many westerns out there. A few years ago, between realities (when I moved out here and still didn’t have a place to live) I was hooked on Longmire.
My Swiss friend’s father (from southeastern Italy) LOVED American westerns (and spaghetti westerns, too), and when he came from Zürich to visit us, we took him to Tucson and then to his dream, Tombstone. In a way, the journey was disillusioning for him, and the emptiness of the desert truly frightened him, but seeing the OK Corral? WOW.
I’m not a fan of western movies, but I have a favorite, Electric Horseman. It has great lines in it such as, when Jane Fonda asks if she should pet Rising Star (horse) Robert Redford answers, “Do what you like. He ain’t no dog.”