When I was a little bitty squirt I had SUCH a crush on Roy Rogers. I know some of you have no idea what I'm talking about. Allow me to enlighten you. Roy Rogers was a cowboy movie star and singer in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s. I fell in love when I was about three or four, in the mid 40s. I had a cowgirl outfit ( red corduroy skirt and vest with white plastic fringe, and a red cowboy hat with white trim) that I would put on and when I heard his music on the radio or could talk someone into putting his records on the record player, I would dance like a crazy woman, er, child around the living room. Often I was entertaining the adults, but I wasn't particular. I just danced for love !!!
Here he is with his wife Dale Evans.
And here he is alone, Hubba, hubba!
One more. Sighhhhhh.
And then I got to be a little older and my crush faded. I still liked him, don't get me wrong, but I was too old for childish crushes when I was a more mature eight or nine.
And about the time I was nine, I fell for another man. This time it lasted for 55 years. It began when my sister brought home this handsome man.
Hmmm. There is a likeness between the two men, don't you think? Getting right down to the nitty-gritty, I think my brother-in-law was the more handsome of the two.
I honestly didn't notice this until the last couple days, so I just had to share it.
Tomorrow I'm moving on to other topics, but that just had to be recognized tonight. :')