Thursday, November 30, 2017

Goodbye Jim

We say 'farewell' to Jim Nabors, who passed away today. he's shown here with our Darby Hinton & friends. You brought us many laughs and great songs over the years. Our condolences go out to the family.

Mingo, Daniel, Becky & Israel





Thanks for your ongoing support Friends!


Friends:

It's been almost 9 years since we started up the various sites.  Some of you have been with us from the very beginning!  We've met a lot of new friends at the various events & festivals along the way.  Here's us with Darby Hinton at the Roy Rogers Festival not too long ago.  We're reaching hundreds of thousands across the various BLOGs, Twitter, web and Fan Pages!!!  We often get asked what link can one use to stay in touch.  Below are some of the links across the various sites.  Hope to meet more of you in the coming years.  Thank you all for your ongoing support.

                                                                                                         Donnie Adams

More links & contact info:

fessfans.com
fessparkerfanpage.blogspot.com/
www.facebook.com/FessFans
twitter.com/FessParkerFans
fessparkerfanpage@gmail.com

darbyhinton.com
mrdarbyhinton.blogspot.com/
twitter.com/MrDarbyHinton
facebook.com/Darby.Hinton
www.facebook.com/DarbysFriends/
www.facebook.com/DarbysDarlingsandDudes/
DH@darbyhinton.com (business contacts only please)

adamsthefrontiersman.com
adamsthefrontiersman.blogspot.com/
twitter.com/AdaFrontiersman
www.facebook.com/adams.thefrontiersman.3
adamsthefrontiersman@gmail.com

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Sunday, November 19, 2017

A 'thank you' prayer


“God, this is that time of year for saying ‘Thank you,’ and acknowledging that you are the source of all the blessings we enjoy.  This is also a time for us to gather as a family and ask for your help and healing. You never promise that our lives will be easy; but you do promise strength, and the wisdom we need to prevail. 

‘Thank you.’ You are welcome here at our table. At times we fall short of being everything you have intended for us. But this is why we pray: to express our gratitude and to ask what we cannot make happen on our own. Bless our conversation, and this food. And when we come back together next year, may we be able to recognize the ways that you have brought us closer – as individuals and as a family – to the destiny you have for us. 

In spite of all the challenges we face, we are richly blessed. We say again,  "Thank you".  

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Safe at last!


Dan'l and Becky always found comfort in each other's arms.  

Pa was in real trouble in "The Ordeal of Israel Boone". Remember this one?


The Daniel Boone show would always 'steer' you in the right direction.




Davy Crockett Collector Card


Fess in The Light In The Forest



Saturday's Song - Fess Parker sings about Patrick Henry, well-known for his 'Give me liberty or give me death' comment.


Patrick Henry



MR. PRESIDENT: No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do, opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely, and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfil the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves, and the House? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. 
Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these war-like preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask, gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? 
Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. 
There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free² if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending²if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. 
There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable²and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace²but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Thursday, November 16, 2017

May your table be filled with a big turkey this season!


Fess Parker in Vietnam, 1970

Nothing Ever Happens In Linvale - The Music


To some, he'll always be King of the Wild Frontier!!!


Fess Parker may have traded his coonskin cap for a California winery, but to those of us of a certain vintage, he'll always be the King of the Wild Frontier.

by ANNE DINGUS of TeXAS MONTHLY

Davy Crockett may have been a hero, but Fess Parker is the real success story. As any baby boomer can tell you, Parker played the legendary frontiersman on Disney’s television series, Disneyland, in the mid-fifties and helped create a huge craze for coonskin caps and toy rifles. But Parker didn’t just play Davy; as far as millions of American kiddos were concerned, he was Davy.
In fact, he was even better. Sure, Crockett was a fierce fighter and a hell of a hunter, but he neglected his wife and kids and had an ego the size of Santa Anna’s army. The Disney version—like the actor himself—is a modest family man. And there’s no way the historical Davy could have held a tallow candle to Parker’s crinkly eyes, deep voice, and rangy build. Plus, Parker has something both the real and the reel Davy lacked: wealth, not only from his acting career but also from the vineyards, winery, and hotels he owns today in Santa Barbara, his longtime home. The 77-year-old Parker plays down his achievements as a developer and winemaker: “What else,” he asks with a rumbly laugh, “is an old, out-of-work actor gonna do?”
Though Parker worked steadily in movies and TV for two decades, his two-year stint as Davy defined his acting career. And his upbringing in Texas defined his portrayal of Davy. A native of Fort Worth, Parker grew up in San Angelo, where he played high school football. After serving in the Navy during World War II, he attended Abilene’s Hardin-Simmons University before transferring to the University of Texas at Austin; he graduated from UT in 1950, part of a class whose famous alumni include gossip columnist Liz Smith, director Robert Benton, and actress Jayne Mansfield. He then headed to Hollywood, where he quickly began winning parts in comedies, war films, and westerns.
But it was his minor role in the 1954 horror classic Them! that caught the eye of Walt Disney. Dressed in a bathrobe, Parker plays a misunderstood Texan who claims he’s seen ant-shaped flying saucers. He had physical presence and a nice comic touch, and Disney knew immediately that he had found his Davy Crockett. What Disney didn’t know then was that Parker was perfect for the role not just physically but culturally. He understood the Homeric nature of the Crockett legend and shifted easily into larger-than-life hero mode (his height—six foot six—helped). And only a deer could look more natural in buckskin.
Parker had a lot of fun in the role: He got to brandish weapons, ride horses, and wrestle (make that “wrassle”) humans and other dangerous critters. He easily delivered the kind of sanitized homily that was a hallmark of the Disney screenplay—punctuated with hillbilly vernacular like “not perzactly” and “I’m plumb flutterated.” Boys and girls listened up when Parker-as-Davy held forth on everything from honesty (“Soft soap ain’t good for nothin’ but washin’ dirty hands”) to patriotism (“We got a responsibility to this strappin’, fun-lovin’, britches-bustin’ young b’ar cub of a country”). Then thirty years old, Parker visited 42 cities and 13 countries to fan Davy fever—an “absolute roaring phenomenon,” as he once called it. Today Davy memorabilia goes for big bucks; for example, comic books with Parker on the cover fetch as much as $200.
Walt Disney capitalized on Parker’s face and fame in four movies, notably Old Yeller (1957), for which he received top billing despite being onscreen for less than ten minutes. (Coincidentally, Parker’s parents hailed from Mason County, the home turf of Old Yeller author Fred Gipson.) The actor’s non-Disney engagements included a six-year run as another legendary American hero, Daniel Boone, in the TV series of the same name. He also worked as a director, composer, and recording artist (he released one version of “The Ballad of Davy Crockett”) but ultimately concluded that he was irrevocably typecast. In the early seventies he decided to quit show biz, in part because of his family: He had married singer Marcella Rinehart in 1960, and they were raising two children, Eli and Ashley. “When I was a bachelor, I didn’t care much about how I got along,” Parker says. “But when the children came, I got serious about the future.”
During the seventies Parker showed the business savvy of a man who was paying close attention as Walt Disney built a zillion-dollar entertainment empire. He and his wife set about buying up land, including 56 acres of Santa Barbara beachfront, a portion of which the family recently donated to the city to be used as a public park. In 1986, after much bureaucratic hoop-jumping—“Santa Barbara is an extremely difficult place to build anything because of the no-growthers and environmentalists”—he opened his first hotel. Now called Fess Parker’s Doubletree Resort, the 360-room complex serves, according to its Web site, as “your own private Santa Barbara.” Parker also started growing grapes on 718 acres near Los Olivos and in 1989 launched the Fess Parker Winery and Vineyard; elegant names such as Viognier and Syrah share space on the label with a drawing of a coonskin cap. Nearby is Fess Parker’s Wine Country Inn and Spa, a small, sumptuous retreat. “We’re trying to make it a world-class establishment,” he says, “a really quality escape from the big city. I’m tickled about this: Sir Anthony Hopkins dropped in recently. We’ve had Barbra Streisand, Roseanne, Daryl Hannah, Cheryl Ladd, David Crosby.” One regular is Ed Ames, who played Parker’s Indian sidekick, Mingo, on Daniel Boone. The suites go for $600 a day, a figure that, despite having lived in California for four decades, Parker still finds impressive: “When I moved to Santa Barbara, a hotel room set you back forty-five dollars a night.” Parker’s wife supplies interior-design advice as well as recipes for the restaurant and Web site (fessparker.com); his son is the resident winemaker.   Just this spring the City of Santa Barbara finally okayed Parker’s plans for a second beachfront hotel. But he’d rather talk about another venture, the Fess Parker Production Center in Lompoc, a grape-processing facility. “There are twenty-four thousand acres of vineyards in Santa Barbara County,” he says. “We have big labels like Mondavi, Beringer, Sutter Home, and Kendall-Jackson as well as fifty-five or so smaller wineries like ours. But we have more grapes to crush than places to crush them.”
In his spare time—what there is of it—Parker visits old friends like Buddy Ebsen, who played Davy’s sidekick, Georgie Russel (“He’s ninety-three, and he’s written a novel”). He’s debating where to donate some of his Davy-days memorabilia, including a rifle presented to him in 1955 by the National Rifle Association (“It was a hundred years old then”). Miscellaneous other treasures include gifts from the many Republican candidates whose campaigns he has quietly contributed to through the years. “I’m looking right now at a pair of Lincoln Memorial bookends John Tower gave me after his first Senate campaign,” he says. “And I want to say, I’m very proud of having another Texas president.” Parker regularly receives fan mail and got a kick out of a recent gift from a German admirer—a brand-new CD, produced in Hamburg, of folk ballads that he recorded for RCA Victor in 1964 but that never became an LP. “It’s called Fess Parker: Great American Heroes,” he says. “The songs are about Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, Kit Carson, Andrew Jackson, Jim Bowie, and lots more, backed by the Norman Luboff Choir and some orchestra RCA put together. I somehow manage to make every song sound the same.”
Certainly Parker’s singing falls short of his other endeavors. Some might call his series of successes the result of manifest destiny, but Parker believes otherwise. “It just shows,” he says, “what ignorance plus optimism plus persistence can do.”

A true best friend will always pick you up when you fall......after he stops laughing of course.


Daniel and Mingo were best of friends who always helped out when the other was in need.