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| She was born amid the dusty roads of the Deep South, and then raised on hard work, cokes and moon pies. Barefoot was not reserved just for the beach when she was just a toe-headed girl; but they were her everyday dress from April through October. Dressing up for church or the dance was penny-loafers and a clean cotton dress her mother had made. Here dreams all came from the moving picture show in town, where for a dime you could get out of poverty, even just for a little while...
No one told her that a cowboy was such a free spirit, and so at the end of the story she was so surprised when he just silently rode away. She learned real fast that day, that a little share-cropper's daughter couldn't rope that ole cowboy, but it was sure worth a smile... For My Special Lady |
Weekday excitement was a trip to the old grocery and station down at the end of the dirt lane. She was in hog heaven the night a real band came up from Montgomery to play at the dance. They told her of far away places, and she hung on every word, tall tales about Texas and the big cities like Dallas, Houston and Fort Worth. About Texas cowboys who owned sections, not acres, of land...
She was just nineteen when she spread her wings that first time; a bus ticket to Texas, with dreams of roping a cowboy, romance was just that little dream away. She grabbed on with both hands and was game for the ride; but life in the fast lane was very educational for that pretty country girl...
