So, a few weeks back my daughter had invited me to go with her to the Taste of Chicago to here Loretta Lynn sing. It was country day (not really our music of choice, but there are a few artists that I do love) and I could not wait to go. Like everything else in our life, we were running late and I thought we would end up missing the beginning of her concert. My daughter hold told she started at 1pm and I wanted to get there early enough to get a good seat so that I could take some photo’s. Well, turns out she mixed the time up with the date. You see the concert was on July 1 and started at 5pm.
Well, we got to walk around and taste some of the food. I had not been to the Taste for at least 10 years. It was nice to be there and enjoy the food, but I think it is all over rated and not like it used to be when I was in high school.. I agree with those that are saying it is time to stop the Taste.
Anyhow, as we walked through the streets checking out the different types of food, we came across a couple of RV’s without even looking up, I turned to my daughter and said “I bet this is Loretta’s RV,” she laughed. I looked up and this is what I saw…
Ahh, the coal miner. For those of you who are fans of Loretta, you know that this is her signature. I was so excited. There were two RV’s this one, and one in front of it (with no distinct markings). Between the two RV’s there were some chairs set up with a few men sitting out there taking and smoking. After getting up the courage, I went and asked if it was possible to get Loretta’s autograph. I was politely told that she was resting, (I think one of the guys there had to be a grandson of Loretta, the resemblance was very strong). I was upset but understood. The reason I was upset, the last time my Grandma Richmond was supposed to see her in concert, Loretta was going to sign something (book or cd, I am not sure) and Gram was so excited at the thought of meeting her. Well, needless to say the concert was cancelled because I believe Loretta got sick (or maybe her husband). Gram was really upset about not being able to meet her. I just wanted to be able to get the autograph and put it up with some of Gram’s things that I have. Oh well. I guess it was not to be for me either.
Back to the concert we were supposed to see, yeah that didn’t happen either. You see, my daughter had to work at six. So, I needed to get her home so she could get ready. City traffic on a friday in normally unbearable, add the holiday weekend and what the heck was I thinking driving into the city!
So, Loretta if your reading this. I would really like an autograph to put with Gram’s treasured things.
My Grandma Richmond was born and raised in West Virginia. My Mom was born there as well, but the family moved to Chicago when my Mom was about 8 years old. West Virginia was so much apart of my family, it was like we were apart of it. We grew up listening to country music and the oldies of rock and roll. There are a few musicians or groups that were prominent in our lives, Elvis Presley, Kenny Rogers and Loretta Lynn. Loretta was probably one of the earliest concerts I ever went to (with both Mom and Grandma).
Grandma’s favorite movie was Coal Miner’s Daughter, I remember purchasing the VCR cassette for her when she moved to AL so that we could all watch it again, together. They related to Loretta, because they also were raised with the men in their family in the coal mines. After Grandma passed, I brought the movie home, along with her second book, Still Woman Enough. I got a good kick out of reading that last month.
What’s funny is that my kids love Lorette Lynn as well. They watch the movie and have some of her music on their Ipods. I get a kick out of it because it is just weird that these kids that were raised in a big city will sit back and listen/watch some of these old country musicians.
My oldest daughter called me today to tell me that Loretta Lynn is playing at Taste of Chicago next week (which happens to be a free concert) and that I need to keep my schedule clear to go with her and see Loretta. I am so excited! Though, I have to admit that it will probably be hard to listen to her song Coal Miner’s Daughter because that is one of the songs Grandma had played at the end of her funeral. Now, it is just a consistent memory of Grandma’s funeral.
**Now if I could just get her to take me to see Kenny Rogers, I have never seen him before.**