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View From The Front Porch-Stan Hitchcock |
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Wednesday, 01 February 2012 |
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Different Times, Different World, Same Country Boys and Girls… I grew up in the 50’s in a different world than what we are living in today. My connection to the world outside our little valley was my radio, upstairs in the attic room that was mine to enjoy in the old farmhouse that my dad had built and where we lived. I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the steam locomotives whistle as they curved through the Ozark Mountains pulling passengers and freight to the great cities of my imagination. My radio stayed tuned to the all night stations that played real country music, interspersed with old time gospel music and built the musical foundations that have stayed with me my entire life. |
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Thursday, 26 January 2012 |
THE GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS
By Stan Hitchcock
On December 2, 1984, I was participating in one of cable television’s premiere events, "The Western Show", held in the Anaheim Convention Center in Anaheim, California. I was heading up a new start-up cable television network called Country Music Television (CMT) and I had brought Conway Twitty to the convention to focus attention on CMT. That night, in the middle of the lobby of the Anaheim Hilton, I was introduced to my future wife, a beautiful woman in a blue dress by the name of Denise Thornburg... |
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When Trails Turn To Trials |
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Wednesday, 18 January 2012 |
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"When Trails Turn To Trials...." Some years ago, on a cold, snowy winters day in Iowa, my son, Stan Hitchcock the 2nd , our friend and guide, Kenny Johnson and myself, were trudging through boot top deep snow in a cut corn field following a well beaten Pheasant trail that looked like a bird freeway.
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Wintertime Reflections Of An Old Gypsy Song Man |
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Monday, 09 January 2012 |
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View From The Front Porch-Stan Hitchcock WINTERTIME REFLECTIONS OF AN OLD GYPSY SONG MAN…. This time of year always takes me back in time to my traveling music days-1959 to 1984, when I traveled the world with a guitar full of songs, a tote bag full of stage clothes and a fire in the belly to sing my songs to whomever would take the time to listen. There’s something about the cold of winter that brings back the road adventures...... |
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Route 66 Started Me Down That Lonesome Road |
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Monday, 12 December 2011 |
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View From The Front Porch By Stan Hitchcock The Route 66 Started Me Down That Lonsome Road...
I’ve been a traveling man almost all my life, and I’ve been studying on it and I believe I’ve figured out where it started. Up to the age of 14, I had never ventured out of the Ozark Mountains.... |
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Wednesday, 21 September 2011 |
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"The Road Goes On Forever:..... The above title pretty well describes the way the Classic country artists and road musicians felt about their careers of traveling the country with their shows during the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s, taking the music to the fans that supported them, and allowed them to stay in the business of music. |
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Wednesday, 24 August 2011 |
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Well, Denise and I just returned from our Summer camping trip with two of our Grandkids and I learned some good lessons. Timing is everything in a venture like this…. |
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The Hillbilly and the Big Fish |
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Monday, 18 July 2011 |
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Denise and I have been traveling for the past month of June and into the first part of July. First stop was Chicago where we had a booth for BlueHighways TV at the annual National Cable Television Show and Convention to promote our network and shake and howdy with hundreds of cable television industry leaders. |
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Pieces Of Life As We Live It |
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Monday, 18 July 2011 |
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“Pieces of life, as we live It” I find myself preoccupied, lately, with objects that hold memories that trigger some special nostalgic feeling of connection to another time and place. I never thought of objects like that before, I’ve always been one to stick something back and save it, but still they were just objects….just things to use.
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Precious Memories-How They Linger-Stan Hitchcock |
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Friday, 13 May 2011 |
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Mother’s Day was just a few days ago, and it always takes me back to memories of my Mother, Ruby Ann Hitchcock, and the day I found her letter to me……. It was a beautiful fall day in September 1978 as I pulled my car through the gate at the old Hitchcock farm, deep in the Ozark Mountains. I’d been a long time gone from these hills and I had come back searching for some good memories; maybe a memento or two of the carefree farm-kid that I had been, so many years and miles ago..... |
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View From The Front Porch-Stan Hitchcock |
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Sunday, 10 April 2011 |
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Sitting out on the front porch on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Tennessee. Kinda ruminatin' on things that have changed the way we live our country lifestyles. What i'm doin' right now is a throwback to earlier years in America, namely "front porch'n", sitting and visiting with neighbors, friends and family. Every house used to have one as a social gathering place, long before television and the internet took us back inside. The art of conversation was appreciated, books were read and discussed, neighbor wives would sit and exchange recipes and just visit, men would sit and sip a cup of coffee and maybe fire up a pipeful of "Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco", or take a bite off a twist they carried in their overall pocket. While the folks were visitin' on the front porch, the kids would run down to the creek and catch crawdads, skip rocks across the water or swing on the tow sack filled with straw and a rope tied around the neck of it and throwed over a big limb of the sycamore tree that dad had fixed for them. |
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