My first trip to the Booth museum was with my mother and Grandmother in the fall of 2012. Grandma had just had cataract surgery and could really see for the first time in a while. She had always loved cowboys and Indians, watching the cowboy channel faithfully every weekday from 1:30 to 7 pm. Living with her at that time, so did I. Even five years after she moved to Heaven, I can’t see a Gunsmoke episode without thinking of her with a smile.
Grandma (the same woman Walt and Delia Anne’s love story is based on) wanted to go to the Booth Museum to see cowboys in Cartersville. It would be an easier trip for my Grandmother who was homebound except for doctor visits.
We picked a day and my Grandmother was like a little kid waiting for a school field trip. Anxiously counting down the days.