1955 our family lived in Casper Wyoming. In those days men went to work and women stayed home mostly. They packed neat toys in cereal boxes in those days and you did not have to mess around with sending in box tops. Monday was wash day and, since nobody had electric dryers, clothes were hung outside on a line to dry. Trash burning was not permitted on Monday so clothes would keep that fresh smell when they came off the line. Mom would listen to the radio and iron clothes and I would play with toy cars from the cereal box on the floor which simulated roads and city blocks perfectly.
There was one song that came over the radio often that I liked and I tried to learn the words and sing along. I did not know that The Yellow Rose of Texas was a song of the old confederacy but I thought it was catchy.
It was uncanny when I found the song again last night and listened to it. It was done by Mitch Miller and the trailer on the video said that this version was the number one hit in 1955. I was singing along with Mitch at age four.
It was even more eerie to think about how that song represented a safe and idyllic life to me in 1955 and realize that now certain sinister groups in our society might adopt the song as one of their anthems and that there are so many issues that remain unresolved 150 years after the civil war.