Mary Francis Penick (Skeeter Davis's Christian name) was born in a two-room shack on the banks of Eagle Creek in Glencoe, Kentucky. Energetic and imaginative, she moved so quickly that they nicknamed her Skeeter before she was in her teens. At an early age she discovered that she had an unusual singing voice. During her high school years, she teamed up with her best friend
Mary Francis Penick (Skeeter Davis's Christian name) was born in a two-room shack on the banks of Eagle Creek in Glencoe, Kentucky. Energetic and imaginative, she moved so quickly that they nicknamed her Skeeter before she was in her teens. At an early age she discovered that she had an unusual singing voice. During her high school years, she teamed up with her best friend, Betty Jack Davis, and the two became recording stars under the name The Davis Sisters. Skeeter began singing her own brand of self-styled harmony to Betty Jack's lead vocals. The duo's first RCA recording in 1953, "I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know (About Him), " soared to the top of the charts, with the pioneering rockabilly tune "Rock-a-Bye Boogie" on the flip side. The singing "sisters" continued to earn widespread recognition until Betty Jack's tragic death in an automobile accident in 1953. In 1958, Skeeter struck out on her own under the guidance of legendary guitarist and record producer Chet Atkins. The very next year - with a top ten record, a Grammy nomination, and many record industry awards to her credit - she joined WSM's Grand Ole Opry. Her unsuccessful marriage to radio and television personality and bestselling author Ralph Emery in 1960 overshadowed the string of hits which followed. Skeeter Davis was the first female country artist to have a number-one crossover hit on the pop charts. "The End of the World" remains popular today and is hummed by youngsters who weren't even born when the song was introduced. Bus Fare to Kentucky tells the poignant story of a vulnerable yet tenacious woman struggling to overcome seemingly countless dramatic twists of fate. With characteristic humor, conviction, andvitality, Skeeter recalls an innocent's experience of self-discovery as well as a triumph over personal illness. A successful remission of cancer (which caused a four-year delay in completing this memoir) gave her an even stronger belief in God. Her resilient spirit, faith, and co
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Hardcover
Published
September 1st 1993
by Carol Publishing Corporation
What is innocence? How close is innocence to stupidity? Do I hear Mary Weiss of The Shangri-Las cooing "close, very very close" in my ear?
This book poses the following questions.
- can by far the greatest love of your life, the one you rhapsodise endlessly, the one you can't bear to be parted from, be your same sex friend-love and yet you yourself not be same sex orientated? There's a more uncouth version of that question, but I will pass on to question 2 -
- this greatest love of your life, and y
What is innocence? How close is innocence to stupidity? Do I hear Mary Weiss of The Shangri-Las cooing "close, very very close" in my ear?
This book poses the following questions.
- can by far the greatest love of your life, the one you rhapsodise endlessly, the one you can't bear to be parted from, be your same sex friend-love and yet you yourself not be same sex orientated? There's a more uncouth version of that question, but I will pass on to question 2 -
- this greatest love of your life, and your singing partner to boot, having
died horribly in an automobile accident that nearly killed you too
, and you being a rising country music singer and all, how could you NOT then go on to write the all time weepiest tragic country ballad?
- why, given my almost complete indifference to post-Hank Williams country and my almost complete indifference** to the songs of Skeeter Davis did I go to the trouble of getting this oddball memoir sent to me from Covington, West Virginia (via Alibris)?
I can't remember.
Christ, it's early onset Alzheimers.
So it sits amongst my shelves of rock & roll books like a nervous duckbilled platypus at the tigers' ball.
I thought I'd chuck it in a box along with some unlovely Booker nominees and the fossils of a few of my abandoned dreams (Spanish/English dictionary, the bridge tutorial,
Twelve Steps to Beat Your Book Reviewing Obsession, 1001 Walking Tours of Peru You Must Do Before You Die, Pickle Your Own Onions for Fun and Profit, Write a Hit Song and Then Another One, Home Taxidermy : Pets Can be Forever, 1001 Sexual Positions You Must Try and Then You Will Die, Beat Your Insomnia The Natural Way With Rhubarb, Classical Music Can Be Fun : Feel the Fear and Listen to Mahler for Five Hours, The Complete Idiot's Guide to Talking To Other Human Beings
) and take the whole lot to Oxfam but I thought - no, I'll keep Skeeter as a reminder that we don't fully understand ourselves. I don't and Skeeter sure didn't, that was clear by page 16.
Random quote #1, page 164:
"I fell on my knees, clawing at the tombstone, determined to pull it up and remove it, screaming "No! B.J., I never meant this!"
I choked, "Where's the one I paid for?"
Random quote #2, page 233:
"Ralph started acting crazy, holding the gun to my head. I told him to go ahead and kill me because I would just as soon be dead as live the way we were living."
Random quote #3, page 323 :
"Each day brought greater enjoyment than the previous one. Mr Kwak had studied at Kansas University, so his English was excellent."
Brilliant.
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** Exception : I Can't Stay Mad At you, but it was written by Goffin & King and is therefore not country at all
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This book really should be called something along the lines of "Skeeter Davis occasionally sings while a long string of terrible relationships with men."