It's hard to believe that she's seventy seven years old today. She just seems to get more lovely every year. My memories of Loretta go back to when I was a small child. My parents had her records and I can remember looking at her pretty face on the covers with those high Cherokee cheekbones and most excellent big hair. I always thought that she looked like my Mom who also has been known to have both.
And I can remember one of my sassy female relatives singing "You Ain't Woman Enough" between cigarette drags. Even as a small girl, I knew what a bad-ass Loretta was. She told it like it was - and still does. Even when I didn't fully understand who she was telling what, I knew that she spoke with authority and well, nobody was going to walk all over her. I wondered if one day, I'd be offering to take someone to Fist City too. Turns out I did. I've never thought about it before but Loretta was and still is an excellent role model for girls. And grown women too. In a world full of cattiness, I've never heard anyone say a single bad thing about Loretta. You can't say that about many people.
Today, is going to be an all day Loretta celebration which will definitely have records and well, cake. And feeble attempts at big hair. Here's to Loretta, definitely one of the patron saints of Ranch Dressing.
Until next time,
x's and o's,