Rogers Arkansas: Home of the Daisy Air Rifle

The air in Rogers, Arkansas, was crisp and clear—perfect for a spring e-bike ride through the Ozark landscape. Today we did the Rogers Loop from Springdale, a 23-mile stretch that eventually led us right into the heart of downtown Rogers. Standing outside the Daisy Airgun Museum, it was hard to miss the towering "Red Ryder" leaning against the white brick wall, a giant reminder of the childhood staple that has lived in the American imagination for over a century.

Walking through the doors was like stepping into a timeline of mechanical ingenuity. The museum preserves a fascinating history: this company started making BB guns in 1888 in Plymouth, Michigan. However, by 1958, the booming auto industry began creating intense labor competition, prompting Daisy to move its production to Rogers. The story shifted again in the early 1990s when production began moving to China. Today, while most models are shipped from overseas, Rogers remains the hub for all distribution, and a handful of specialized competition models are still crafted right here in the USA.

The walls were lined with nostalgia. We spent a long time looking at the vintage advertisements and paintings that captured the "Golden Age" of the BB gun. There were the classic paintings: a young boy in a red sweater vest, proudly holding his rifle against a backdrop of rolling hills, and another of a family gathered around a target, the father with his pipe and the son beaming with pride. It felt like walking through a gallery of Americana.

The museum is filled with that kind of nostalgia, from the vintage "Singin' Wheels" advertisements to the oil paintings of families gathered around a target. It's a testament to a time when a simple air rifle was a rite of passage, even if some of us used them to "help" John Wayne a little too much.As we moved past the displays of the very first 1889 "Daisy" patent drawings and the "BallistiVet" large animal vaccination systems. One of the coolest parts of the collection was seeing how the designs evolved. We saw the Daisy Model 1894, which had a long production run from 1961 to 1985 and looked exactly like the classic lever-action carbines from the old Westerns.  

There it was, resting behind the glass, was the Daisy Model 1894. Seeing it brought back a specific summer afternoon in the early 1970s. I was sprawled out in front of the family's brand-new color TV, captivated by a John Wayne western. I took aim at an Indian on the screen with my own 1894 Daisy and pulled the trigger.

The "clack" of the spring was followed by a sickening "thwack" as the BB hit the glass. I had certainly left a permanent mark: a perfect, shimmering spider crack right in the middle of our new TV's picture tube.

Back then, you didn't just toss things out when they broke; you fixed them. My dad let that crack serve as a glowing, glass reminder of my marksmanship for a few months before he finally replaced the tube. Seeing that same rifle model in the museum—the wood grain, the lever action—it felt less like an exhibit and more like a piece of my own history.

Before we left, we made sure to get one last look at the "World's Largest" Red Ryder outside. It was the perfect capstone to a day spent exploring a piece of history that, for many, started with the simple words: "You'll shoot your eye out!"

 

The Greatest Museums in the World: The Met, The Louvre, The Prado, and The Hermitage

When I was in the Army, I was taking night classes to get my college degree.  I was required to take two Humanities electives.  So I decided to take Art Appreciation.  It seemed like an easy class, an easy A.  What I didn't count on was learning to appreciate Art.  It's funny how education works sometimes.  Since then, in our travels, we have visited art museums whenever the opportunity arises.  Over the years, we have been lucky enough to visit what some consider the 4 greatest museums in the world.  The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York; The Louvre in Paris, France; The Prado in Madrid, Spain; and The Hermitage in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Metropolitan Museum of Art

In 2001, I had just retired from the United States Army, so we decided to take a trip to New York City to celebrate.  We were still working, so it was a long Presidents' Day weekend.  Although this was a few years ago, I can remember that the Metropolitan Museum of Art, referred to as the Met, had a Frank Lyod Wright furniture exhibit.  Of course, I remember the 2 most famous paintings at the Met: Washington Crossing the Delaware, a huge painting at 12 X 21 feet, is impressive.  Although less known, Portrait of Madam X left an impression.  

The Louvre  

One cannot think about Paris without thinking about the Louvre.  Its Iconic glass pyramid in the museum's courtyard is the worldwide symbol for Art.  In 2013, I was working in Afghanistan, and our family decided to meet in Paris.  Of course, when in Paris, this should be on anyone's list of destinations.  Most people go to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa, which we did.  But the Louvre is so much more.   The one thing I remember the most is the bust of George Washington. 

"Jean-Antoine Houdon's marble bust of George Washington, created between 1789 and 1808, is housed in the Louvre Museum in Paris.  Based on a 1785 life mask and studies from Mount Vernon, it is part of several highly accurate neoclassical portraits Houdon produced following a commission from Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin." - Wikipedia.

The Prado 

In 2022, before our Mediterranean Cruise, we spent a week in Madrid.  The Prado is one of the highlights of our stay in Madrid, Spain.  It houses some of the greatest European Art in existence.  The building was designed in 1785 and originally held only Spanish Art.  It continues to hold the Spanish Royal Collection.  Its 1st catalog was published in 1811.  Spain's most famous artist, Goya, has many works displayed here. 

The museum is divided into four floors.  We began at the top and worked our way into the basement.  The Art from the 11th century to the present is overwhelming and exhausting to take in on only one day.  It was a long day, but it was completely worth it.  We ate in the Museum Cafe for lunch and spent about six hours going through the museum. 

Much like the Mona Lisa at the Louvre in Paris, Goya's "The Executions" is a major attraction at the Prado.  It is a large painting, almost 9 Feet high and 12 Feet wide.  Its theme is emotional and historic, depicting the killing of Spanish rebels in Madrid by conquering Napoleonic French forces on 3 May 1808.  A trip to the Prado is something you will never forget. 

The Hermitage, in St. Petersburg, Russia.  

In 2018, we took a Scandinavian cruise, and at that time, we could visit St. Petersburg, Russia.  We had 2 full tour days there.  One afternoon was dedicated to the Hermitage, formerly known as the Winter Palace. Originally, it was Catherine the Great's winter home.  The palace was stormed during the 1917 revolution.  

The shot was heard worldwide from the Cruiser Aurora, which sparked the 1917 communist revolution.  Now a museum of both the palace and over 3 million pieces of Art.  It is the world's largest art museum, with the 4th-largest art collection.  It was an assault on the senses, overwhelming.  They have Rembrandt's last painting here in the Rembrandt wing.  A couple of El Greco's and 2 Da Vinci's. 
 

Walking through these museums was filled with magical moments.  It was the fulfillment of a dream to see many of the things I studied in that Art Appreciation class years ago.  This is what travel is all about.  It's about education; travel changes you.  

My Year in Afghanistan: Ahmed the Laundry Clerk.

People and their different cultures amaze me. At Bagram in Afghanistan, we have contractors from all over the world. I call it our micro-society of the world at Bagram Airfield, we have Americans, English, Africans, Indians, Uzbek's, Russians, and of course Afghans. The Afghans are more amazed by everything they see. We have truck drivers who wait in a shelter next to where I work who are amazed by a package of cheese and crackers. Sometimes we start an impromptu soccer game, which they immediately recognize.

In the DFAC, sometimes I get there right before closing when the DFAC workers start to eat; what I'm amazed with is that the Indians and Afghans can't get enough sour cream, they eat it with everything, on bread, in rice, by itself like pudding. This is a cultural thing learned young by eating cream separated from the milk of the cow or goat.

At our laundry facility, I got to know some of the people working there just by picking up and dropping off my laundry a couple of times a week. One day, one of the laundry clerks, Ahmed, was complaining about a toothache. I told him I could get him some aspirin for the pain and that he should see a dentist. Although he knew a little English, there was still a big language barrier between the two of us. I came back a couple of hours later to give him the aspirin, which amazingly he had never seen before. I told him again that he needed to see a dentist. He just smiled and nodded yes.

A couple of weeks passed, and I didn't see Ahmed at the laundry facility. I finally asked some of the other clerks, and they told me that Akmed had gotten sick and died. They never did tell me what he died of. That he just got sick and died, again, the language barrier was a problem. I do know I have heard stories from medical personnel there that Afghans can die of the simplest things, and this was probably the case.