Glen Campbell: Wiliam Tell Overture
I was a child of the Baby Boom. The 1950s were dominated by Westerns,
whether they were Saturday morning Westerns intended for kids, or were
"adult westerns" carried by the major networks at night. If memory
serves me, at one point there were 30 different Western TV shows
broadcast by the major networks over the course of the week. America was
Western crazy.
As a young lad who was born in a little
crossroads Southern town, nothing captured the imagination of my
brothers and me than the Lone Ranger. Clayton Moore was a god-like
figure to us. On Saturday morning, the sound of the first few notes of
the "William Tell Overture" was sufficient to cause me and my brothers
to run headlong to the living room and to slide to a halt in front of
the TV as if we were sliding into home plate at Yankee Stadium. What
followed on the screen enthralled us as we travelled back to "those
thrilling days of yesteryear." (I understand that the “Lone Ranger” was
an ABC program. This confuses me, because we couldn’t even pick up an
ABC affiliate TV station.)
In 1956, my dad obtained a new job,
and our family moved to "the big city." It was around 1958 when a major
new suburban shopping center opened. As if it were a gift from heaven,
Clayton Moore was to appear there to do the ribbon cutting. To a kid
like me, this was bigger than the Second Coming.
My dad took me
and my oldest brother (and possibly a younger brother) to the event. I
remember nothing about it except for the fact that I was suddenly
standing within two feet of Clayton Moore, himself. I was in the
presence of greatness. It simply didn’t get any better than this.
There
in front of me at eye-level was the heavy black holster and gun belt
and, of course (gasp!), his silver bullets. I gazed up in absolute
adoration of the masked man.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through
my brain. I could actually touch the Lone Ranger. I could reach out and,
with my index finger, touch his thigh. I could then tell everyone that
I, little old me, had actually touched the Lone Ranger! I could forever
bask in the reflected glory of the Lone Ranger and be admired and envied
by all of my friends.
But then, reality set in. Someone might
see me do this, most likely my dad, but, horrors, possibly the Lone
Ranger, himself. A rebuke might follow.
So, I lost my nerve and did nothing.
Who
knows how my life might have changed if I had chosen a different fork
in the road? If only I had summoned the courage to touch the Lone
Ranger, might I have entered the pantheon of heroes who, in some small
way shared his glory? Would I have captured the evil Butch Cavendish?
Commanded a division in Desert Storm? Found a cure for cancer?
Discovered time travel?
It will be one of the great mysteries of life, and I will never know. 😊
In any event, here’s to you, Clayton Moore, and those fond boyhood memories. “Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!”
Did you know? The Lone Ranger was on the air for five seasons. Clayton Moore did not appear in Season 3 due to a contract dispute. He was replaced in that season by John Hart.
ReplyDelete"The studio claimed it was a pay dispute, but Moore insisted up until his death that it was over creative differences.*
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Hadn't heard that. Thanks.
DeleteAnd thanks for the story Brock. I think if you had touched him he'd have liked that almost as much as knowing the impression he made on you that has lasted for over 60 years. Pretty neat.
DeleteAgreed and you saw the video I assume?
DeleteI did now. Thanks. Did not realize that was not you telling the story. I hope Survivorman99 reads my comment.
ReplyDeleteBTW, we've got the minimum Xfinity package for TV at home, and for a while we had a network that carried The Lone Ranger every day. Then suddenly it was gone, replaced by the Jimmy Swaggert Ministries. A real bummer.
I enjoyed watching those old shows while they lasted. They were all about always doing the right thing.
That interview makes me laugh every-time I see it! :)
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