The above poster at Barbecue Street Barbecue in Kennesaw
reminded me of the time I visited the GRAND OLE OPRY over 50 years ago.
In February 1963, a group of us decided to go to Nashville,
Tennessee, to the GRAND OLE OPRY. I
think there were four or five of. We
crammed into my pv544 Volvo.
We got a room at the grand hotel next to the Ryman Auditorium (home of the Opry). I say "grand" because it had a plush name, like it was named after a president or dignitary, something like the John
Hamilton Hotel.
Before the Opry we walked around Nashville and visited some
famous record shops and a few bars and some other tourist traps. We
had dinner at a Woolworths . We sat in a booth at the big plate glass
window. Outside we watched a man in
dirty raggedy clothes carrying a guitar wander by. He stood outside, only a foot or two from us
and watched us eat. It looked like he
tasted every bite we tasted. We felt
sorry for him. We motioned him
inside. We didn't have to beg him, he
came storming in. We rearranged to
another table and bought him a dinner also.
As he ate he told us he had fallen on hard times. He told us he grew up with Cowboy Copas and
they were the best of friends. He said
Cowboy Copas told him if he was ever in Nashville he would let him play a few
songs on stage at the Opry.
Cowboy Copas was the emcee of the Grand Ole' Opry at that
time. According to Google Cowboy Copas
was born Lloyed Estel Copas. I think
changing his first name to Cowboy was a
wise career move. Google also said he
was born in Blue Creek , Ohio, and he got his first break in Cincinnati when he
was 14 years old. I suppose this guy we
were dining with was also from Blue Creek, Ohio.
At the Opry we had cheap seats, nose-bleed seats, high up. By the way, if I remember correctly, all the
seats were church pews. On stage was a
big props of the backers of the Grand Ole Opry, like the flour and I think a
breakfast cereal.
The Ryman Auditorium was originally named Union Gospel
Tabernacle. In 1892, it was built by
Thomas Ryman, a riverboat captain and business man, for the Rev Sam Jones , a
revivalist to preach in. Sam Jones
later moved to Cartersville, Georgia,
where he radiated his popular causes
world-wide and was very well known. He owned
two houses here in Marietta, that he purchased:
one for him which he never moved to and one for his daughter, which she
and her husband did.
During the Opry that night we saw many household word entertainers some on stage with Cowboy Copas
introducing all of them. I remember one
was Patsy Cline.
One, that didn't make it to the state was our old buddy that
we bought dinner for. From our top seats
we saw him making his way down the aisle with his guitar. Before he made it to the stage several men
surrounded him and dragged him away, with all the time he was hollering I
forgot if Cowboy was playing or talking, but he never recognized his old friend
struggling to get on stage, if he was
his old friend.
About a week later, March 5, 1963, Cowboy Copas and Patsy
Cline, and others were killed a plane crash that was piloted by Cowboy's son-in-law and Patsy
Cline's manager.
I wonder if the person we dined with at Woolworth's went to
the funeral?
Cowboy Copas
861I think it was around '56 or '57 when my brother and his family were stationed in Nashville (or close by) when we visited him and went to Grand Ole Opry. You're right about the church pews. We were seated fairly close, on the main floor. I don't remember any of the singers, because I was way too cool to be country (lol). What I remember was the reaction of a young woman sitting close behind us when the female singers came onstage wearing calico dresses with huge puffed sleeves, something like the square dance costumes of today. You'd have thought we were at a Paris fashion show to hear her gasp and comment.
ReplyDeleteExcellent post. Like Anonymous I was too cool to be country, but I really enjoy listening to the old school country music now.
ReplyDeleteI think your reminiscence of seeing the raggedy man, and then Patsy Cline and Cowboy Copas a week before they died makes for a very vivid story.