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Judith Wright Kruse, Dewey, AZ       


        My sister sent the website address to me.  We are both of the same cloth as our mother. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes, because this is a page out of my past, a happy time when my mother would put on all her Sons of the Pioneer records, and our home was filled with the most beautiful, poetic music I have ever heard.  I was just a kid, but this sound and the love that went with it has been with me for 68 years.  

        Mom was able to meet Bob and the rest of the Pioneers in Cheyenne during Frontier Days in 1947.  In fact, they all stood around a rock with me sitting in the center and Mom centered among them.  One of my treasures is a copy of that picture.  Thank you for this site.  I will be looking at it for a long, long time, but excuse me for now.  The tears are clouding the keyboard.

        We lived in Rock Springs, Wyoming at the time, but my dad wanted Mom to go to Cheyenne to see their show, because he knew just how much she loved them and their music.  As it turned out, they were impressed with how much Mom admired them and knew their music.  So they got her a front row seat to the show and set her up with the fan club.  They even sent her a snapshot of Carl [sic] Farr holding his birthday cake.  I have that one, too, somewhere in a safe place.  [Karl Farr's birthday was on April 25]
        Thank you for making this space available to those of us who realize what a great artist Bob Nolan really was.  His poetry, his music, they say something to the deepest part of of one's soul as no one else I've ever heard. 


The Sons of the Pioneers at Cheyenne Frontier Days, Cheyenne, Wyoming, 1947

Back: Hugh Farr, Bob Nolan, Ethel Wright, Pat Brady and Lloyd Perryman

Front: Tim Spencer, Judy Wright and Karl Farr


        My sister sent me this [next] picture.  It is another one of my Mom, the woman on the right, with the Sons of the Pioneers on another occasion at the same Frontier Days in 1947.  The woman on the left is my Dad's sister.  Of course, the little seven year old girl with the scowl is me, but I wasn't unhappy.  The sun was in my face.