Branson Trip, Day Four

Thursday, October 15: we were up early to go to "The World Famous Platters" 10 a.m. show. This was an exchange show...I'd bought tickets to the Sinatra show for $20 from our local radio station back in the summer, but when I decided to make reservations, I discovered the show had closed. So the radio station replaced the tickets with ones to the Platters show (ordinarily priced at $32.80 each).

This was a very entertaining show by a very talented group, whose music of the 50s and 60s is still wonderful today. Three of the original singers, plus two more recent members, sang such hits as "Only You," "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes," and "The Great Pretender."

We were amused that Mother got all the attention during the show. Various members came down into the audience and crooned to her, held her hand, hugged her, called her "baby doll," and finally presented her with a red rose. Later, Mother commented that "that's what happens when you get old." At one point, audience members were invited to dance in the aisles, so Hubbie and I tripped the light fantastic (more like slowly shuffled around).

After the show, we returned to the camper for lunch, and then spent the afternoon shopping at craft malls, where Mother and I bought several Christmas ornaments, and Hubbie bought a garden item to use as an exchange gift at the Master Gardener Christmas party. Then we went back to the Amish store to buy three more jars of cherry preserves...one to give to the folks who came by our house to feed the cats and kittens while we were gone.

Later, we went to the "Circle B Chuckwagon dinner show," which began at 4:15. This was one of the shows for which we had free tickets (valued at about $30 each), but then we had to buy $12 dinners.

Before dinner was served, an old black and white Roy Rogers movie and a Lone Ranger TV episode were shown, with free popcorn. Hubbie was the only one of us who indulged in the popcorn. When the dinner bell rang, supper was served, which consisted of roast beef, beef sausage, baked beans, applesauce, sauteed potatoes, cornbread muffins, and hot cinnamon rolls for dessert. I ate the roast beef, potatoes, and applesauce, as well as the cinnamon roll, but passed the sausage to Hubbie. The meal, served on tin plates, was a bit pricey for the quality. The cinnamon roll was the best part of it.

After dinner, the Horn family, who own the establishment and act as servers, became part of the entertainment, consisting of cowboy humor and cowboy music. We were most impressed by the extremely talented fiddle player. But for the price, this wouldn't have been our first choice for entertainment in Branson.

We were back at the campground by 7:30 p.m., when we played three games of Skipbo. Hubbie won two, and I won one. Zilch for Mother again (drat).