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Bro Harold and Cuz Snuffy

Written by Don Reid. Posted in General

Bro Harold is quite an artist and always has been.  I have drawings of his filed away that I have saved over the years.  (Some even he doesn’t know about.) When we were kids he used to sketch and draw constantly and was very good even then.  Me – I couldn’t make two lines meet if I held a gun on them, but have basket just always loved what he could do with a pencil and a blank sheet of paper.

He would always draw at his desk in his office while he was on a phone call.  (I think it was unconscious therapy.)  Many evenings I would stop in his office on the way out and pick pictures out of his waste paper for keepsakes.  He would hang me by my heels if I printed any of them with this blog.  But anyway, on to the purpose of this story.

Harold was always a big fan of the comic strips when we were growing up.  He could recite them all to you and tell you the artist who drew them.  BLONDIE – Chic Young.  BEETLE BAILY – Mort Walker.  SNUFFY SMITH – Fred Lasswell.  And on and on.  He got his little brother hooked and I joined in on his fascination with the art even though I had zero talent in that area.

Some years ago, John Rose, a young artist, caught the eye of Laswell and understudied with him and now John is the full-fledged writer and illustrator of the SNUFFY SMITH daily and weekly strip and numerous books.  John lives and works in Harrisonburg, VA just about 30 miles down the road from Staunton.  Harold and I consider John a good friend and he has been a fan of our music through the years, so we have formed a little mutual admiration society and we often lunch together and always have a great time when we do.

About a week ago, I was sitting in my easy chair in my den reading my two daily newspapers (5-a-day if you count the 3 I read online) when I get to my still-favorite page of comic strips and there we were being crowned honorary ‘cuzzins’ of the irascible-but-loveable Snuffy Smith himself.


A tip of the hat to our buddy and bodacious friend, John Rose.

See you in the funny papers.


DR – 6/26/17






A Little Vacation

Written by Don Reid. Posted in General

This may become the most personal and gooey-sweet blog you have ever read, so if you want to quit reading right now, leave with my blessings.  You have been warned.

My family, Langdon and Alexis and their two – Caroline and Davis; D and Julie and their two  – Sela and Adra; were going to Nashville for a few days as Wilson/Fairchild was performing at the Ryman Auditorium Thursday night and the kids had been wanting to go to Music City.  Debbie and I decided we would go down for the day, also, and make it a family affair.  D made all the arrangements for our day as sort of a surprise to me and it went off without a hitch beginning at:

THE JOHNNY CASH MUSEUM.  As I walked through the door I walked through decades of memories I had not faced in years.  Sights and sounds of old friends and old events that suddenly came rushing back from another lifetime.  There all around me was John; June; Luther Perkins; Marshall Grant; Carl Perkins; Mother Maybelle and Helen and Anita Carter.  All these wonderful people who were so much a part of my young life from 1964 to 1973.  We all practically lived together on the road for those 9 years as we traveled around the globe together. Sang together every night.  Ate together.  Shared our personal lives with one another.  Became a family.  And here I was walking amid the pictures and remembrances of those days and folks gone by.  John “discovered us” as the saying goes in show business.  To be more to the point, if there had been no Cash, there would have been no Statlers.  I left that place with my heart in my hand – so very full of yesterdays and so very thankful for all the memories it conjured up inside me.

The next stop after lunch they laid on me was a tour of:

THE COUNTRY MUSIC HALL OF FAME.  I had only been there once since our induction ceremony June 29, 2008.  That visit hadFamily.HOF been on business but this one was leisure and with all my family by my side.  To stand there in front of the Statler Brothers plaque hanging on the wall amongst so many of my boyhood heroes and to have all my grandchildren standing beside me was nearly more than this old heart can take.  I deeply felt emotions I had never known before and I left there with something inside me that had never been revealed to me from any other experience in my life.  And I wouldn’t know exactly what it was until later that night, because the day wasn’t over yet.

That same evening was the event we had all come to town for:

WILSON/FAIRCHILD AT THE RYMAN AUDITORIUM.  And there was my son, Langdon, and my nephew, Wil, singing on the stage of the

WF.JF.RymanMother Church of Country Music.  Standing where Hank Williams and Roy Acuff and Tex Ritter had stood.  And, yes, we had stood there many times, also.  But this was their night and they captured and entertained the fans like only they can because they were fantastic and I was swelling with pride for them while being drenched in retrospect and reverence of the old building itself.  This very stage is where we first performed on the Grand Ole Opry; where we filmed the Johnny Cash TV Show on ABC every week back in the 60s and 70s.  I practically lived in the place 18 hours a day for years. So by this time I could barely see my hand in front of me through the mist in my eyes, when Wil and Langdon were joined on stage by my brother in song and spirit, Jimmy Fortune, and together they sang one of our hits, “Guilty”.  And then I knew. As I was standing applauding them, I knew what this whole day was trying to say to me.

All of those early years of Cash memories that had flooded me this very morning of when I was 18-27 years old; the Hall of Fame tour this afternoon visiting with my musical heroes of the past and all the sweet recollections of the Statlers’ career; and now sitting here seeing Wil and Lang on stage with my old partner singing a song Harold and I wrote 35 years ago; and doing all this with Debbie and my grandchildren and my sons and my daughters-in-law with me – those I love so dearly. The heaviness of the moment and the entire day dawned on me.  My professional life and my personal life had finally come together in one glorious day.  In one sweet moment in time.  All of those wonderful yesterdays and all my beloved family were in me at the same time and who I was at this very moment is who I truly am.

I didn’t tell Debbie that night but I was almost afraid to go to sleep not knowing what it all meant.  But I knew that no matter which side I woke up on, I have been blessed of life, love and spirit beyond all expectation.  I am one happy, thankful and fulfilled man.

If you’re still reading, see?  You were warned.  God bless you.  We’ll talk again.

DSR     May 29, 2017 DSR.HOF