I first met Sammy (this was the name I recall everyone calling him) when I was about 9 or 10 years old. We were living in southern California where my father was the pastor a small church, and Sammy’s sister-in-law (sister of Alfreda Maloof) was a sometime congregant of that church. In today’s world, we’d probably call her part of the “C and E crowd” (Christmas and Easter), but perhaps more than that as I recall she and my family were friendly enough for my older brother to get a part time summer job helping her husband at his dog kennels.
I remember visiting Sammy’s new workshop with my father and walking around it in awe. I also remember my father not thinking that Sammy would ever make it as a self-employed furniture maker, but that of course says more about my father than about Sammy. My father was of the era where men were supposed to join a company or firm and stay there until retirement, and the true test of the man was on how high in that company he got promoted. Once he told me, “Son, just think how far you could have gone had you stayed in one place and shaved off that gosh awful beard.”
Anyway, back to the story, and that story is about Sammy’s brother-in-law who owned the kennel. I forget his name, but do remember that he trained dogs for the Hollywood studios and one dog in particular – Bullet. Yes, Roy Roger’s dog Bullet.
And a bit of trivia about Bullet. Yes, Roy did have a dog Bullet, but he was not always the same dog we saw on the TV. In reality there were several Bullets, as each one would become gun shy and would have to be replaced.
I also recall that the sister and Dale Evans were very close, and Dale even stayed awhile with them while she authored her book “Angel Unaware”, about her daughter Robin.
Anyway, this is how I remember things back then. Interesting?
-- John from Hampstead