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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Frontier Freedom

Picture yourself at age 12-13: Where were you living? Who were your heroes? (Serendipity Bible 10th Anniversary Edition, page 967).

in 1956 I was 12 and living in Ellenton, Florida. The hero of the time was Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier. But the West had an even earlier attraction for us boys as we loved to play cowboys and Indians. There was an exhilaration in the play, a sense of wild and unrestrained freedom as we chased each other about with sticks for guns and Tomahawks. Now, at 12, I felt a little detached from earlier childhood games, but the attraction of the frontier remained. The Ballad of Davy Crockett even then had a nascent sense of nostalgia – a sense of earlier days, days of exuberant innocence. Yet, at the advanced age of 12, I could still don a coonskin cap and gaze into an expansive future that promised achievement and even renown. Today I appreciate the inevitable shading of romance by heavy and indelible applications of reality. But in 1956 romance was pure and simple and entirely believable. The Ballad of Davy Crockett spoke to my boyhood yearnings for a pure and joyous future that would imitate an unadulterated and glorious past.

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