News Celebrity Videos

Dolly Parton says she never had children because they were a “sacrifice”

Part 1 of 2

 Born on January 19, 1946, in Locust Ridge, Tennessee, as one of 12 children, Dolly Parton‘s family struggled to make ends meet at times, but they were very close and the children grew up in a loving home where music was always present.

Dolly’s mom had a lovely voice and sang to her kids whenever she could. Dolly herself started singing at the church when she was very young and was always excited to see an instrument. Her love for the music was so strong, that her uncle Lewis decided to give her his little Martin guitar, and she considered it her treasure. Her other uncle, Bill, helped her get into the music business, and by the age of 10, Dolly had already performed on local TV and radio stations in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Source: Instagram/ dollyparton

When she turned 13, Dolly made her debut on the national country radio station, Grand Ole Opry.
Dolly was the first person in her family to graduate from high school, but she didn’t attend college because she wanted to fully focus on her music career. “I had a dream,” she recalled. “And I had a talent, I thought. And I really believed it was going to happen.” And it did happen as Dolly Parton’s name is until this day one of the most famous names in the music industry.

Source: Instagram/ dollyparton

She knew that if she wanted to be heard, she should move to the center of the country music, Nashville. There, she worked with Porter Wagoner on The Porter Wagoner Show, and the duo became very popular. It was the start of a career which spans decades. What’s most, Dolly doesn’t seem like she’s planning to slow down. She’s still writing music and performing, and that’s awesome because we can never have enough of her voice, her music, and her energy.

Shutterstock

Speaking of one of her most famous songs, Jolene, Dolly shared the story behind the name. “One night, I was on stage, and there was this beautiful little girl — she was probably 8 years old at the time,” she told NPR Music. “And she had this beautiful red hair, this beautiful skin, these beautiful green eyes, and she was looking up at me, holding, you know, for an autograph. I said, ‘Well, you’re the prettiest little thing I ever saw. So what is your name?’ And she said, ‘Jolene.’ And I said, ‘Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene. ‘That is pretty. That sounds like a song. I’m going to write a song about that.’”

As for the lyrics, they were inspired by a bank teller who had crush on Dolly’s husband and greatest love of her life, Carl Dean.
“She got this terrible crush on my husband,” Parton said. “And he just loved going to the bank because she paid him so much attention. It was kinda like a running joke between us — when I was saying, ‘Hell, you’re spending a lot of time at the bank. I don’t believe we’ve got that kind of money.’ So it’s really an innocent song all around, but sounds like a dreadful one.”

12

Related Posts

At 2 A.M., I Called My Parents in Tears and Begged, “Please Come Get Me and My 6-Year-Old Daughter. We Can’t Stay Here Another Night.” Mom Called Me Dramatic. Dad Told Me to Stop Blaming My Husband. Then I Discovered Why They Refused to Help: My Husband Had Been Secretly Paying Them $10,000 Every Month to Keep Them on His Side. I Hung Up, Took My Little Girl, and Disappeared Before Sunrise. By Morning, My Husband Was Calling in a Panic, Shouting, “What Have You Done?!” He’d Finally Discovered the One Secret About His Business Empire That I’d Kept From Him All Along

Part 1 of 3 The Call That Changed Everything At 2:08 in the morning, Caroline Mercer sat on the floor of her locked bedroom in a quiet neighborhood...

Just 90 Minutes Before My Wedding, My Son’s Nanny Walked Into My Room Holding My 11-Month-Old Baby and Whispered, “Please, Don’t Go Downstairs. You Need to Hear This First.” Then She Played a Recording of My Bride’s Secret Phone Call About My Fortune—and the Son I Had Always Believed Was Mine. I Listened in Silence as Her True Plans Unfolded. With 200 Guests Waiting Downstairs, I Made One Decision My Bride Never Saw Coming: I Canceled Our Wedding Before She Could Walk Down the Aisle

Part 1 of 3 The Whisper Before the Wedding Holden Mercer had spent months imagining how his wedding day would begin. He had pictured music drifting through the...

My 8-Year-Old Daughter Was Almost in Tears When the Restaurant Manager Pointed at My Muddy Boots and Said, “We Don’t Serve People Like You in This Section.” She Called Security, Gave Us Two Minutes to Leave, and Smirked as the Other Diners Watched. I Quietly Sent One Text Instead of Arguing. What She Didn’t Know Was That the Person Receiving My Message Could Change Everything About Her Future at That Restaurant

Part 1 of 3 The Restaurant Manager Gave Me Two Minutes to Leave—She Had No Idea Who I Was I was cutting my daughter’s grilled chicken when the...

My 5-Year-Old Daughter Called Me at Work Crying, “Mommy, Dad’s Girlfriend Hurt Me With a Hockey Stick.” I Didn’t Confront Anyone—I Called for Help and Saved Every Message. At the Hospital, They Found Marks on Her Arm and Leg. But What Surfaced Just Before the Custody Hearing Revealed That Her Father Had Known Far More Than He Had Ever Admitted

Part 1 of 3 The Call I Will Never Forget “Mommy… Dad’s girlfriend hit me with a hockey stick. She said it would be worse if I cried.”...

At Christmas, My Mother Humiliated My 8-Month-Old Daughter in Front of the Entire Family and Blamed Me for Her Premature Birth. After 34 Years of Enduring Her Cruel Remarks, I Quietly Gathered All Seven of My Baby’s Presents and Said, “This Is Her Last Christmas Here.” She Called Me 11 Times Demanding an Apology, Certain I Would Come Crawling Back. But on New Year’s Eve, One Phone Call Revealed Something She Never Expected—and Suddenly, She Was the One Begging…

Part 1 of 3 The Christmas My Mother Insulted My Eight-Month-Old Daughter, I Gathered Every Gift and Walked Out. She Thought I Would Come Back and Apologize—But By...

Để lại một bình luận

Email của bạn sẽ không được hiển thị công khai. Các trường bắt buộc được đánh dấu *