I had a dream this morning about Mabelle Carter. She was sitting in a chair and playing guitar. We sang wildwood flower to these words:
oh I often go wandering all over town
just to see what I like as I walk all around
but my mind's growing weary my soul is growing weak
for the faces I've seen here have caused me to weep.
There used to be a rumor going around that June had had a baby. That was bull. But at one point I was being groomed to continue the carter family, though I was really way too much like Maybelle. This is yet another time I refused to become a non muslim regardless of the consequences.
Too bad, it was the Opry's loss, not mine.
