'Prairie Schooners' came to me one evening after listening to 'Victory at Sea'... some long ago CD collecting dust in my 'one last listen bucket collection'. As a Navy man, I have always marveled how the rolling sea is like an ocean of grass, ever changing in color, pattern and form as the winds tickle their way across a horizon of springtime flowers and green grass. Oceans, grasslands and possibly carpet, as this is likely a long-lost memory of playing with my little sister, down on all fours, pushing our grandmother's orthopedic shoes across a tufted woolie shag carpet - pirates galore and the occasional Cheeto looming obstruction. It's said Studebaker made a very fine wagon for those settlers heading west. Sod-breakers that forever changed the prairies; gone are the bison, lost are the native American's, the wolves and bears from a land forever transformed. So, it seems fitting, this interpretation of the term 'prairie schooner', as it was much like a journey across the Atlantic into uncharted waters, only this time into a world as yet unbroken by a steel plow blade or rutted wagon trail.
'Prairie Schooners' came to me one evening after listening to 'Victory at Sea'... some long ago CD collecting dust in my 'one last listen bucket collection'. As a Navy man, I have always marveled how the rolling sea is like an ocean of grass, ever changing in color, pattern and form as the winds tickle their way across a horizon of springtime flowers and green grass. Oceans, grasslands and possibly carpet, as this is likely a long-lost memory of playing with my little sister, down on all fours, pushing our grandmother's orthopedic shoes across a tufted woolie shag carpet - pirates galore and the occasional Cheeto looming obstruction. It's said Studebaker made a very fine wagon for those settlers heading west. Sod-breakers that forever changed the prairies; gone are the bison, lost are the native American's, the wolves and bears from a land forever transformed. So, it seems fitting, this interpretation of the term 'prairie schooner', as it was much like a journey across the Atlantic into uncharted waters, only this time into a world as yet unbroken by a steel plow blade or rutted wagon trail.