We have, in our mind's eye, a tendency to romanticize the past. Life was a dream and childhood, idyllic. We had safe streets and stickball, bobby socks and records, Lassie and The Lone Ranger, and of course, we had Boomtown!
Our childhoods were surely not all as good as we see them in our memories. Families and children had problems, just as they do today. Back then, it seems though, that people didn't talk about those problems as they do so freely now. There were children living in poverty then, too, and alcoholism and abuse, and there were broken homes, like mine.
Mr. Trailer was a man much-blessed by fortune, but in humility, for every blessing in his life, he gave a hundred-fold back to the world. With his great talents, and handsome face, he might have become a big Hollywood movie star. But, instead, Rex saw the importance of giving to children. He was drawn to entertaining and teaching kids, and in return, we were all drawn to Rex. Something in children senses goodness and trustworthiness in others. No matter the troubles we faced as children, Rex was always there for us.
We knew him well, we knew he loved us, so we loved him.
We always will.
So long, Mr. Trailer.