Kentucky means paradise
Aunt B wrote a wonderful post on Barbara Mandrell’s induction into the Country Music Hall of fame today:
I do remember her from when I was a kid, though, because she had her tv show and she was one of the only women I remember the men around me could not talk about only in terms of how pretty she was (though, she is indeed beautiful). She was so damn talented that it always came up in conversations about her, because she could do it all–she sang, she played instruments, she danced, she had the tv show with her sisters. And she had the respect of the men I knew. I mean, I can remember overhearing a farmer after church talking about did his friend know that Barbara Mandrell was a genius? Was there anything that Barbara Mandrell couldn’t do if she set her mind to it? To my grade school way of thinking, it sure didn’t seem like it.
Every weekend when I was small, I went over to my grandparent’s house and spent the night. And every weekend, we sat in front of their big console TV and watched Barbara Mandrell and the Mandrell Sisters. I was such a fan that my parents took me to a concert of hers for my fifth birthday, and I still remember the excitement of going out to dinner and driving to the show, which was in a neighboring town.