I think the older a person gets, the more they have to look back on. Actually, that’s just commonsense.
I’ve said this before, but one of these days, I’ll write a book about my strange life. Part of that strange life was knowing Carl and Pearl Butler.
I must have been seven or eight when these Country Music artists came to perform in Madison, Indiana. My parents and brothers and I arrived early to the show and we met Pearl who was sitting at a table. I remember she was smoking a cigarette. There were fans all around her but Pearl never acted like a star. She was just everyday folks like her fans.
Carl came out and shook a few hands, but he wasn’t much of a talker. He let Pearl do that.
Carl and Pearl stayed in my life through my teenage years. The last time I saw them was in the early 70’s in Nashville. They had been dropped from Columbia Records. Pearl said it was a relief as they didn’t like the way the label was treating them. She was excited about a new deal with Chart Records where they would be releasing three albums a year.
After one album release, Chart went out of business and I lost contact with Carl and Pearl.
It was all a long time ago but they’re not forgotten. I found a clip of them singing their biggest hit, “Don’t Let me Cross Over.” Many of you will hate this, but hear I go sharing again.