Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Anchored in Love
Anyone who knows me knows I'm an eternal fan of Johnny Cash. I have been ever since the 'fifties. On my computer I have dozens of his songs, from his younger days (Don't Take Your Guns To Town) up through his "American recordings", in which, on the later ones, he sounds as tired and ill as he really was when he made them.
I loved "Walk The Line". I don't purchase many movies, but that's one I added to my collection. I also bought the DVD set of "The Johnny Cash Show" with portions of the old TV show I watched when my kids were babies.
What I'm saying is, I love Johnny Cash, rest his soul.
I'm also fascinated with the history of Carter Family, who were singing on the radio when my parents were teenagers.
So when I found out John Carter Cash wrote a book about his relationship with his mom, I purchased it post haste! And read it in record time. I usually dawdle about reading books, often having three or four going at once and sometimes taking weeks to finish any of them. This, of course, adds to the clutter and "hot spots" that Flylady often warns me about. So be it.
This book had me from the first page, and I finished it over the course of the past weekend.
John Carter wrote this book with an honesty that must have been difficult for him, allowing the reader to get a glimpse inside the lives of his parents that no previous biography, autobiography or movie has shown.
The harsh reality isn't so pleasant as it's been portrayed. There's no "happily ever after" ending, at least not here on this earth.
Thanks, John Carter Cash, for showing me how it really was, and for doing it with love.