Seeing Southern: My Moment with Dolly Parton

Growing up in the late 1960s, my family and I had a tiny (by today’s standards, well, by any standards) black and white Magnavox TV that was perched in the corner of our living room. In the evening, after a long day of work, mama and daddy would sit in their favorite arm chair; I would curl up at the end of the sofa so I could be as close as possible to the screen, and yes, mama preached every time that I would be blind by the time I turned 10. Saturday nights were really special, for that was when The Porter Wagner Show would air. He was this flashy, peroxide-colored hair, and to a ten-year-old, a rather odd man, but wow, could he sing. And his side-kick, Dolly Parton, who gave him a run for his money with the flash and peroxide. And, wow, could she sing. All of us were glued to the set, and at times I swear I could hear my hard-nosed Southern Baptist parents singing along. It made me happy. Porter and Dolly made mama and daddy happy.

            That’s what I’m thinking about today as I wait my turn to interview Dolly. The joy she brought into a small living room to people she didn’t even know. What would mama and daddy think? I think they would be tickled pink.  

            As Southern as jonquils, banana pudding, magnolias and boiled peanuts, Dolly Parton oozes charm, hospitality and poofy hair. Under studio lighting, she shines brightly. Not that she needs lighting for I’m certain that even in the darkness, there’s a glow. Her smile is simply brilliant; her laugh, contagious. She seems as comfortable sitting in front of cameras and lights as she is sitting in front of her own fireplace.

            It’s opening day of Dollywood in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, and I am one of the lucky ones. I have been offered a few minutes to pose questions to this country music legend. I get a whole seven minutes. Now, who would turn that down? Not someone whom she had spent most Saturday nights with for almost a decade. This is one of those moments.

Come along with me and meet Dolly and experience Dollywood.

Judy and Len Garrison are at home in Farmington, Georgia, just on the outskirts of Dawg country – better known as Athens. Len, an IT manager and photographer, and Judy, an editor, author and travel writer, invite you to travel along with them as they explore the best of the South. Email them at seeingsouthern@gmail.com. Visit their website at Seeing Southern, and follow them on Twitter at @judyhgarrison, @seeing_southern,  LIKE them on Facebook and on Instagram.

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