Heart to Heart Classics comes to RFD-TV starting July 21, 2017

The country music interview show, Heart to Heart, made famous by Stan Hitchcock,  starts a 28 week run on RFD-TV, Friday July 21 at 2:00 pm eastern.  Stan’s first guest is the famous Nashville producer Glenn Sutton, who was also a husband of Tammy Wynette.  Lots of good stories about Nashville in the 60’s.  And skilled picking!  We have heard of several of our viewers that get out their guitars and pick along with the show!  Go … CONTINUE READING

Rewind Back To The 40’s…

Mom’s family was a combination of Johnson and Wallis.  The Wallis kin came from the Tennessee hills, moving to Indian Territory in what is now Boone County, Arkansas in the mid 1800’s.   The Wallis’s homesteaded on top of Boat Mountain, clearing the trees with a cross cut saw, hewing the logs to build the log cabins.  The cabins were pretty rough stuff, and usually started out being one room, and as the family grew and … CONTINUE READING

Wars And Honky Tonks….

Classic Country Music started on front porches and under shade trees in mountain  people’s yards, just like the gut bucket blues of the Delta, and old time gospel in the backwoods churches. It was what those old timers did for entertainment of their families and neighbors.  In the Western regions, it was cowboys sitting around a campfire by the chuck wagon, telling stories and singing songs they made up.  That is why, for many years, … CONTINUE READING

Must Not Like Trains…..

May 3rd, 1968, my son Stan 2nd had been born in Nashville’s St. Thomas Hospital the day before. Jimmy Capps and I had just finished our morning television show and Jimmy was coming with me to the Hospital to see the baby boy. On the way, we stopped at a toy shop and I purchased an electric train set. I dunno about you, but it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. … CONTINUE READING

The Old Man And The Big Fish….

The old man had poled the flat bottomed boat up the narrow backwater slough, past the beaver dam, around the corner of the junction where another stream of water came in, keeping the water lily pads fresh and vibrant, bringing in an endless stream of bait fish for the large amount of fish that lived back in this remote area of River. He had first discovered this little hidden pocket of fish, back about 10 … CONTINUE READING

David, of the Psalms, the first Songwriter…

\As anyone that knows me will tell you, Hitchcock loves songwriters. The craft of putting words together with a melody to be able to tell a story in a song….now that is a God given talent. Let me tell you about my favorite songwriter. You know him well, you probably studied his songs (Psalms) in Sunday School when you were little. I know I did….. In all the Bible, David is my favorite, because he … CONTINUE READING

The Old Man That Time Forgot…

The old man stood in the shadows, back stage in the large, historic theater, leaning on his push broom next to the wheeled cart that held his cleaning supplies, listening to the loud music and screaming crowd. His arthritis was aching bad tonight, his hands twisted and swollen, and although he could no longer make the chords on his guitar, he could still hold the broom well enough to get by. He was lucky the … CONTINUE READING

Scars…..a road map to memories.

Of a morning, when I am cleaning up for another day’s adventure, my eyes seem to search out the old scars on my body, of past deeds, misdeeds, mistakes and lessons learned.   Old hurts, that leaves a scar to remember. I see the scar that cuts through my right eyebrow and up on my forehead….I remember driving my 1936 Pontiac sedan, which I had bought from working in the hay fields the summer of my … CONTINUE READING

The Old Soldiers Parade

U.S.S. Bryce Canyon, “AD36,” in dock at Pearl Harbor. The old man had slipped out the back door of the Nursing Home, quietly made his way through the trees and out to the sidewalk. He lived in the old Army-Navy Home for Veterans, and had been there for a long time. He was in his 90’s, but still got around pretty good, considering the arthritis that had set up in about every part of him … CONTINUE READING

Staley Walton

Staley Walton with the Possuym Hunters, 1928 The old man was cold, on this December day, even in his long johns and wool socks, under his old bib overalls, he just couldn’t seem to get warm anymore. His old house, which started out being a log cabin that somebody built back before the War For Southern Independence, had been closed in with rough cut lumber, through the years, but the cold wind still found the … CONTINUE READING