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Family photographs reveal generations of wannabe cowboys in my family.

I have to admit my little brother Mark was an exception, as for many years this blue eyed blond wished to be a Native American. My grandmother assured him we had “Indian blood” in us, despite the fact that our ancestry showed we had landed in Maryland before the American Revolution and never left. She assured him somewhere in the family history a “relative of Pocahontas” came into the family.

Anything is possible, and new DNA studies could prove her stories true.

So here are some cowboys of the Eastern Coast of the United States. Which proves all little boys are Westerners in their hearts.

I realize once again, days of little boys and girls toting fake guns around are probably long gone. Still, it was more a reflection of cowboy TV shows and movies than any real urge to kill anyone. My own children were more likely to carry laser blasters and play Star Wars and Star Trek than “Cowboys”.

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