The cowboy way

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I have found in recent years with the barren desert I find on television I tend to gravitate towards the tried and true westerns that dominated the film screen and the television screens.

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Why can’t I find you?

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Have you ever went where you thought something was and when you got there, I golly, it wasn’t.

I am amazed at how this phenomena can plaque our thoughts and erode a day into loss of effectiveness.

I know I put it there. That’s my safe place. When was the last time I used it?

Did I put it back? Did I leave it somewhere? Did someone take it?

I recently was looking for an item which has little value but means the world to me. It represents an important achievement in my career and thus my life. I would wear it on special occasions.

When this happens you begin racking you thoughts as when was the last time you saw the item.

Sadly, in this case, I don’t recall. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I would have used it. The last important one was 12 years back. That’s a long time for it to sit and not be used. There had to be something since. Keep thinking man!

So, in desperation, I began the systematic review of every nook and cranny in the house.

I remove each drawer, take out every item and then replace them. As I progress through the effort, another drawer, another drawer, until I reach nine of them. I shift to the cedar chest, everything out, everything back in. No luck. Three more drawers and a wardrobe to go.

Will I find it? I’m hope so, if not, I must begin the same process in other rooms and closets.

I know, unless I did something stupid at some point in history and lost it while having it on a trip, it is within the house. I just have to keep searching.

The effort does become tiring but at some point there will be a resolution – either I will find it, or I will come to the conclusion, it will remain in the land of the lost.

In a way, this is a lesson for life that we all can draw from.

We spend much of our life looking for things. We seek someone to spend our life with, a true love.

We hunt a job that will provide and sustain our daily needs. We strive to find success in our endeavors that bring us satisfaction. We look for the meaning of life.

Do we find these things? Sometimes we do, sometimes we don’t. What we wanted remains outside our reach.

Do we keep searching for it?

I think we should never give up the search. We might take a break from the effort, but pick it up again when our mind and body is recharged.

No matter what you are looking for, the adventure of life is within the search. Once we find our goal, we tend to find yet another goal to seek. That is the nature of much of our life.

So, keep hunting, you will find it. Now, back to my drawers. I didn’t remember having so many socks. By the way, if you find a blue sock with a guitar on it in you dryer, I think it’s mine.

Writing yields thousands of words

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The written word was forced upon me as a child. How many spelling tests did I endure in my early years of schooling. I was so frustrated by them in first grade they gave me my first lesson in character.

I just couldn’t seem to get the spelling into my head, so I would slip a piece of paper under my leg with the spelling on them of that week’s words.

Although I knew what I was doing was not proper, I didn’t really understand that it was cheating. I was just trying to gain approval by spelling properly. Instead, I received the life lesson of Miss Crumbley catching my efforts and I found myself standing outside the room awaiting being sent to the principal’s office where I caught a paddling. Then of course, she called my mother, and a few more licks found there way onto my behind.

I learned a lesson that has lasted a lifetime, cheating, no matter the reasoning, is not something a good person should do.

I eventually became a proper speller that I should have been all along. Amazing how a bit of a tanning gets one’s mind on the right track.

After a couple years, words from books became my constant companion. There was not a fiction or a history that did not interest me. As I grew instead of consuming the words, I began to see them flow from my pencil, pen or ends of my fingers as I typed. Eventually those words created something worthwhile. Articles that people wanted to read that appeared in a school newspaper, then organization publications, magazines and newspapers.

After a few years, they contributed to being what allowed me to construct books which have provided hours of enjoyment to readers, a creative outlet for me, and the blessings of some income.

My pastime of genealogy has provided a basis for the efforts as I have found a list of writers and poets in my tree who have shared in the same gene pool of inspirational talents. The great Geoffrey Chaucer, considered the father of English literature was one of my grandfathers. Among my cousins are names such as Clemens, Poe, Dickinson, Austen, Stevenson, Hawthorne and Ingalls Wilder. I often pray that some of the God flows He shared with some of them might find their way into my writing spirit.

My latest book has now hit the market. I embark on a new genre not non-fiction, not cookbooks, not autobiographies or murder mysteries, this one is religious as I created “Seeing Faith: A Devotional.”

My life experiences combined with the theological knowledge of seven pastors have yielded 31 lessons to fill a month or two-thirds of a year with an opportunity to find a closer walk with Jesus through the words He provided me over many years. I talk about lessons from friends in film, television, music, and people from the South and Appalachia and how they provided experiences for me which allowed me to see Jesus through them, in them and in their treatment of others. I pray the words are a blessing for all that read them.

That book is now finding its way into other’s hand and eyes and God is already providing words for the next written adventure, this time another foray into fiction, set in a Southern town with an amazing group of characters. The words keep flowing through the genes. Thank you grandfather, and thank you Lord.

Find out more about “Seeing Faith: A Devotional” at www.RandallFranks.com/Seeing-Faith or on Amazon.

Mountain kin makes for good music

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The amazingly talented Dolly Parton is reaching out among her family and back into history for her upcoming album and a docuseries project “Dolly Parton & Family: Smoky Mountain DNA – Family, Faith & Fables” expected out in November in partnership with Owepar Entertainment.
 
“I cannot believe that it has been 60 years this month since I graduated from Sevier County High School and moved to Nashville to pursue my dreams,” Dolly said in her release on DollyParton.com. “My Uncle Bill Owens was by my side for many years helping me develop my music. I owe so much to him and all the family members past and present who have inspired me along this journey. I am honored to spotlight our families’ legacy that is my Smoky Mountain DNA.”
 
Dolly hails from Sevier County, Tennessee, now the home of Dollywood and many others of her amusement endeavors. It is where her father Robert Lee Parton and Avie Lee Caroline Owens raised a large family including many singers, pickers and actors such as Stella Parton.
It is from the rich traditions and experiences of growing up in the Great Smoky Mountains that Dolly uses over and over again as her inspiration for her songs such as “Coat of Many Colors,” “In My Tennessee Mountain Home,” and so many others. Many of her stories in song touch on those who influenced her life like “Daddy Was An Old Time Preacher Man,” inspired by her grandfather the Rev. Jake Owens who will be featured prominently in the project.
 
Her first cousin Richie Owens, of Richie Owens and the Farm Bureau, is producing the project, which is said to include up to 40 recordings and a four-part docuseries.

Many of her immediate and extended family will be featured on the project going back for generations. The docuseries will include concert performances filmed at Knoxville’s historic Bijou Theater, featuring Dolly and family. The songs within the series will combine with the stories about the Parton and Owens families and their members while exploring the family heritage and lineage tracing back from the Appalachians of East Tennessee to the United Kingdom in the 1600s. Album Preorder will launch June 21.

On a personal note, I am related to both the Partons and Owens. I look forward to learn more about my extended cousins and I am hopeful and excited that the docuseries may reveal some interesting tidbits about our common grandparents in the old country and those who made the journey into the Great Smoky Mountains.