name is Taegan Walker. I am the daughter of Aavo Taaler
and Kitty Ann Quigley-Taaler, and the granddaughter
of John R. Quigley, the creator of Frontier Town.
As a young girl in the early 1980's, I had the great
luck of getting to live at Frontier Town. We moved home
when I was just a baby, a couple of years after my grandfather
had died. My mom and dad partnered with my step-grandmother,
Sue Quigley, to manage the restaurant. I may have been
a bit of a spitfire, telling it like it was, and trying
my best to spout orders, but my mom tells me my grandfather
would have been proud to have me as a granddaughter.
had a fairy tale life at Frontier Town, and my memories
are sweet and plentiful:
Pine-scented memories of the dining room, filled with
Christmas trees that I got to help scout and decorate
with my mom and dad.
Sweet spring Rocky Mountain air and laying on top of
the sodded jail house among all of the hundreds of wild
shooting stars and inhaling in their spicy perfume.
Being snowed in 10 feet deep and being hauled up to
the house with the groceries on a sled behind my parent's
Dancing with my dad at the annual Frontier Town Sheriff's
Posse Party and watching my mama sing.
Helping make cheese cakes with Jean Price, and visiting
Louise Fulbright in the gift shop to sit in the big
buggy, like a mountain princess, among all the soft
Memories of sitting quietly in the chapel and wondering
Sitting in my saddle at the bar, drinking Shirley Temples
and taking a turn at tricking the tourists into "smelling
the bacon", a fun gimmick we played to ultimately
give tourists a little squirt of water in the face.
Popping popcorn and piling into our Ford Bronco with
our city friends to watch the bears come down from the
mountain to forage for the night's Cow Camp Buffet leftovers.
Making gourmet mud pies in my grandfather's antique
stoves and eating fresh Rainbow Trout with saffron rice
every chance I could. With Firestick ice cream for dessert.
Of getting married to the love of my life just ten years
ago in my grandfather's Frontier Town chapel , after
the current owners of the property so graciously granted
As a child, I was completely unaware of the magical
moment in time I was living, of how or why it all came
crashing down, or that I would be praying my heart out
to be able to get it back 20 years later. Growing up,
I came to realize that what happened with Frontier Town
was a terrible family tragedy. It was heart breaking
for many members of our family, as well as our friends,
when Sue Quigley decided to sell Frontier Town out of
I spent a good many years very mad at my step-grandmother.
But, as forgiveness heals, I have too. And I have come
to realize that things do happen for a reason. What
if I would have grown up feeling entitled to Frontier
Town? Not having to work for it. Perhaps I would not
have wanted the work and life. I certainly would not
have had the opportunities to go down the roads and
paths I have in the travel and tourism industry, an
experience that has helped shape my vision of what I
hope for the future of Frontier Town.
Frontier Town is currently privately owned by a wonderful
family that I am so thankful for. Without them, Frontier
Town would surely be in ruins. I hope and pray every
day that the owners will change their minds and agree
to sell Frontier Town back to me. I realize there are
a lot of nay-sayers who can't get "you can't"
out of their mouths fast enough. There are many, many
things that need to be done and addressed if Frontier
Town would ever want to become a tourist attraction
again. Please don't think I have underestimated the
many flaming hoops that will have to be jumped through.
Give me a leotard, I am ready! This is my dream. I'm
one of the crazy ones who don't listen to people when
they have negative things to say. I just keep trying
when I'm told "no", and I do believe one day
Frontier Town will find her way back to our family.
So, for now - if you want to help support this dream
of mine -- send up a prayer or two for my mission. If
you're not religious, call on some good energy for us.
If you're going up MacDonald Pass and feel like shouting
it loud - my grandfather's favorite song was Johnny
Cash's "Ghost Riders in The Sky". I like to
blare that with the windows down, as I think he would
I thank you all for the kind words and support on our
Facebook page and for taking the time to check out this
site as well. Frontier Town became what it was because
of the love of the Montana pioneer spirit and the tenacity
of one man. It was a huge success because it was loved
by so many, and I hope one day we can celebrate Frontier
Town's revival together.