Writing that post yesterday about Larry Butler has left Nashville on my mind. Now I’m remembering feeling lovesick there. It just popped into my head. That’s how a lot of these posts come about. Head popping.
I wrote about Loretta Johnson in CityBeat in July of 2011. I met Loretta and her sisters in Nashville many years ago and it was the first time I ever became lovesick.
See that picture I’ve posted here? Loretta’s the girl in the middle. She’s with her sisters and Country Music artist Faron Young. It had to be taken around the first time I met her.
Loretta’s died a few years ago and I’m sad about that, but I still look at Loretta every day. I have a picture of me and her on my refrigerator. It’s held up there by two CityBeat magnets. Also in a picture frame over my writing desk is a sketch Loretta drew of me and brothers back in our Country Music days. I look at this every day too.
Before that CityBeat column came out in 2011, I called Loudilla Johnson, one of Loretta’s sisters, to let her know I was writing about Loretta—didn’t want her blindsided in any way. She was fine with the column and we talked for more than an hour.
I think Loretta would have gotten a kick out of those words I wrote in CityBeat and would feel good to know I still so much remember her. This thought hasn’t just popped into my head. I’ve known it for a long time.
(Photo found on Google)