Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2010


Sigh. The baseball cap is the bane of milliners everywhere. The powers that be make trillions of them per annum, and America has grown accustomed to popping that little thing on their noggins, and sallying forth. Not to play ball, by the way.
When I heard that Disney was supporting a hat program, I got excited. It didn't last long. But it's a hat, or sorta, I say to myself.

Disney is supporting Earth Day by giving away a ball cap with every 6 plastic bottles you return to one of their stores. Oh, and the ballcap is made from 6 recycled bottles. Recycling!
The sword is double edged, but they're trying. Recycle those plastic bottles, to be sure, but please don't expect me to put them on my very expensive hair. What happens if my highlights turn green, or something? And my cancer patients prefer something organic, like silk, or cotton, on their heads. But America is not to be deterred. Not yet.
If we continue on our mission to get real hats out there, we may prevail. May God make it happen in my lifetime.
Here's the link to the Disney site:

http://www.disneydreaming.com/2010/04/12/disneys-friends-for-change-make-a-wave-hat/

Now, to get Disney behind a real project: making hats in America again.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Davy Crockett Forever


In 1954, Disney added a new hero to it's roster of kid appeal tv shows : Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier. Fess Parker played him with a woodsy swagger, a gentle demeanor, and a hero mentality. His outdoor duds became a new uniform for little boys across America, as they clamoured for coonskin caps. I never had one, so I don't know if they would have been girl friendly or not, but for decades, and even now, to see a racoon tail hanging from any hat is to remember Davy Crockett.
(PETA could have no problem with the racoons killed in the Old West, but today, a fur hat is anathema in some pc circles. In certain parts of the country, roadkill abounds, so a happy ending for that story would be to recycle. )
Along with many of our childhood heroes, and I speak of the 1950-60 range here, Disney as a brand brought America the light hearted point of view that real history didn't have. Fantasy has always been the land of choice when communicating with children, and Disney stood for magic, miracles and fairydust, generously sprinkled across a population of young citizens happy to embrace the cartoon projections. Not a bad thing, that, adding bright notes of imaginative interpretation to hard core.
Davy Crockett will always live as a real-life hero of the Alamo, but he's had another place in our hearts as a post-WWII blazer of trails all these years as well.
May the trails be alive with adventure and not fraught with adversity. Just put on your coonskin cap and forge ahead, whistling that theme song in your head.