I, too, was born in 1933. I vaguely recall listening to the Lone Ranger on the radio, but paid more attention to the William Tell Overture than his show. My hero years later was Roy Rogers, who I was going to marry when I grew up. (oh yeah).
Ironically, when I was 21, his wife was my patient and when I met Roy, all I could ponder was, "what was I thinking?" He still looked the same, was a lovely, but rather shy man, but definitely not my type at all.