Since Davy Crocket has been brought up, I have to share a story of it from last weekend.
It came on, on Saturday and my mother had to watch it, and funny enough so did my 84 year old grandmother, (she really enjoys this newfangled technology called DVR every old show gets recorded since she discovered it a year ago), and talking to my mother, she had to carry on about Davy Crocket while watching it. Well my mother got to carrying on about how Crocket must of been a sight walking around in Washington DC in his buckskins, and how would never be tolerated today. Me being the historical nitpicker I am, I had to point out that that probably never happened. This is how that conversation went:
Me- Well momma, I'm pretty sure he didn't wear buckskins to DC, most accounts back then have him not wearing buckskins at all with him usually dressed as a gentleman.
My Mother- YOU CAN SHUT THE **** UP RIGHT NOW!!!! I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU DESTROY DAVY CROCKET!!! He did wear buckskins, he was a frontiersman, he wasn't going to wear anything else! Especially since he was a hunter! I will not let you destroy the image of Davy Crocket in my head! You were not there! You can't know he didn't!
Me-Momma what I said is taken from people who were there though.
My Mother- WELL SOMEONE IS LYING!
Me- Well he did wear the coonskin cap, with his gentleman cloths at the Alamo if that makes you feel better.
My Mother- Just shut up, he was a frontiersman, and the painting of him is of him in buckskins, so he obviously preferred them.
Me- Momma you can't take one painting of the man as ultimate proof, paintings were staged you know, and there is a painting of him dressed as a gentleman to you know.
My Mother- You can leave now. I'm not going to let you destroy one of our greatest heros, Davy Crocket was a great man, you should want to be like him instead of tearing him down.
Me- He preferred to be called David...
My Mother- THERE ARE GUNS IN THIS HOUSE!!! How many times have told you not to argue!
That has become one of the more memorable conversations with my Mother. She wasn't going to allow me to slander her hero like she says I do all historical figures when I say Hollywood got it wrong. That day I finally learned why my parents hated the 2004 Alamo movie with such an extreme passion. My mother won't allow it to be watched in her presence, and my father, while a little more open minded on the subject, I now have an idea of why he seemed so disappointed when we left the theaters watching that movie when I was a kid. I guess a lot of folks can't handle the truth. Still a funny exchange with my mother though, even if frustrating.
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