The neighbor lady, JVD, was a frequent visitor to our house, as she liked to share village news with our mother, who was known as a very good listener. On this day, she had news for us kids, aware, as it was universal knowledge back then in the age of cowboy lore, that all kids listened to The Lone Ranger on radio.
"You should know,"she told us, "that they're going to turn the radio show into a television show, and you'll soon be able to watch the episodes, not just listen to them."
I agreed with her that it would be a good thing, a wonderful thing. But deep in my 8-year old heart, I knew that would never happen. I knew because our father, ever the realist, had informed us, when we were avidly listening to Lone Ranger tales, that the klip-klops of the horses' hooves were not from real horses, but from lids clapped on the table in front of the microphone, and similar sound effects were devised for gunshots and whinnying, circling buzzards and other sounds of the West.
I didn't see this as the makings of a television show; at least listening on the radio allowed us to imagine the scenarios. And I was absolutely convinced that no adults would ever, ever, spend time or money to create a show for kids. As if people were going to use real horses just for the entertainment of children. Kids had no status in the 1940's and we knew it.
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