The Branson strip is an accumulation of creativity and peculiarity, qualities that are not mutually exclusive, mind you. The attractions and theaters bordering Southwest Missouri’s most famous two-lane highway wrangle with each other to entice occupants to pull off the road and visit for a while.

Few who have been to Branson would recognize Brian Rance if they encountered him, although they would no doubt remember him after parting ways. The British native’s sing-song dialect stands out in the Ozarks as much as the flashing marquees that illuminate the road that snakes its way from one end of town to the other. Most visitors, however, have seen his creations, which can be found along the strip and inside many of its theaters. His paintings and sculptures and designs can be found in many of the shows that bring visitors to the Live Music Capital of the World. While painting and murals are what he enjoys most, many of Brian’s larger works can be found outdoors at an increasing number of non-musical attractions that appeal to the younger generations.

Most of the labor takes place in his studio, an old two-story brick building that sits across from the Stone County Courthouse in Galena, 30 miles northwest of Branson. Dust and fiberglass cover the floor and work tables, the result of hours of sanding, molding and painting. Two giant fiberglass seahorses stand sentry upon a wall, having returned to the confines of the studio following supporting roles in a stage production of “The Little Mermaid,” a Disney-inspired musical. Disassembled sections of a colorful and realistic-looking coral reef rest nearby.

It was not in Galena...or even Branson...that I first met Brian three years ago. He had been summoned to Kennett to assist in turning our local high school stage into a swamp and castle for a production of “Shrek: The Musical.” Twice more he made the six-hour trek across the bottom of the state to assist with our high school productions, becoming a celebrity of sorts in the local arts community.

Brian, in many ways, embodies today’s political dialog centered around the masses that flock to the United States looking for a better life. Granted, his story differs from those that make the nightly news, but he is still, nonetheless, empathetic to those individuals who find themselves in a foreign land.

Born in Hertsfordshire, England, he studied at Yorkshire and Watford Colleges before going to work as a visualizer with a London newspaper. While driving through Portman Square one afternoon, he passed the construction of The Churchill, billed as London’s finest hotel. He mustered the courage to inquire about producing some paintings for the hotel and was invited to submit samples. He received the commission, and at the age of 23, traded the security of his job to become a full-time artist.

He made first trip to the U.S. in 1974 to create a series of paintings for the Lowes hotels in New York. Upon completion, he set out on a journey across America, visiting every state, painting as he went. Four years later, he traveled to Central and, then, South America by bus and on foot, following the Amazon from its source in Peru and encountering peoples who had never before seen a white man.

According to him, “You can only appreciate how people live and work if you are on foot and mingling with them, doing as they do, enjoying their surroundings and their music.”

Later that same year, he made his way to the Ozarks, where, for the past four decades, he has quietly helped create new worlds.

Proud Dad Moment

Longtime readers of Show-Me Missouri will remember that photos of my kids once accompanied this column. The baby photo below first appeared in the Spring 1999 issue—the publication’s second issue—to announce the birth of our son, Matthew.

Over the years, the practice evolved as Matthew was dressed in a manner that reflected the theme of each issue. When his sister, Lily, arrived two years later, Matthew was forced to share his little corner of fame.

When he was four years old, I had the brilliant idea to take him on one of my research and photography trips, and we loaded up and headed to Bucks and Spurs Dude Ranch in Ava. It was not only the first time I had taken him to “work” with me, but it was also the first time he and I had traveled anywhere by ourselves, and even after all of the trips we have taken since, it is still the one that I
remember the most vividly. Riding through the woods and across creeks with this little cowboy sitting proud and tall atop his horse erased any doubts I may have had about bringing him along. He chatted incessantly about his horse, Fancy, and nature’s nighttime symphony that surrounded us as we plodded back to the ranch under a sliver of moonlight and a star-filled sky following a full day of trail riding. Every hundred yards or so he would pause from his ruminations to say, “I love you, Daddy.”

Nearly 15 years later a young man bearing a striking resemblance to that little boy stood before a packed football stadium and challenged his classmates to find their individual places in the world. It was only one of a number of “lasts” that have taken place over the past few months, but it was the moment that brought about the emotional realization that the little cowboy had truly grown up. And he has become a much better person than I.

Not every journey over the past 18 years has gone as smoothly as our first trip together not all that many years ago, but many of the bumps along the way seem insignificant at the moment. I hope that those times I was perhaps too demanding were properly tempered with admiration, for I have delighted in witnessing him accomplish things I never attempted and reach heights I never attained.

I am both anxious and dreadful of the roadtrip that will take place later this summer as we haul him to college. I can’t wait to see him find his place in the world and make a difference in someone else’s life. But what I wouldn’t give for one more trail ride and to hear that little voice say, “I love you, Daddy.”


Ozark Tourism Pioneer Dies

Mark Trimble, and early visionary in the development of tourism in Missouri and the Ozarks, died Sunday morning at his home in Branson. 

Guiding the growth of the
Shepherd of the Hills, at one time the number one outdoor drama in the nation, he possessed the foresight of what Branson could be. After acquiring Fantastic Caverns in the early 1960s he was inspired to create a cave tour that everyone could enjoy by riding on the tour.

His enjoyment of classic cars and vintage airplanes led to the creation of the Ozarks Auto Show and annual auto auction. Many will remember the nightly 'air shows' over Highway 76.  His most recent passion was the collection of antique and unusual outboard boat motors with over 1000 restored examples.

One of his real talents and pleasures was marketing. As one of the founding fathers of the Ozarks Marketing Council (Ozark Mountain Country), Mark was still actively involved with tourism through his guidance at Fantastic Caverns.