I was in a Fess Parker parade dressed like a wild Indian as a kid and I also loved my coonskin cap :)
Great, innocent days! Every time I get together with my old gang (we’re all in or rapidly approaching our 70s), the consensus is growing up in Detroit in the 50s was the best place in the country. Our imaginations took us out to the frontier.
About that time I remember Fess coming to our town....maybe for a parade. Is that what you were in ?