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16 hours ago

The Oak Ridge Boys

IS THIS WHAT RETIREMENT FEELS LIKE?????????

YOU KNOW, I HAVE BUILT BUSINESS MODELS ON JUST ABOUT EVERY PART OF EVERY BUSINESS I HAVE EVER BEEN IN......1,2,3 STEPS, NEVER MORE, EASY TO REMEMBER.......

WELL, I HAVE BEEN ASKED BY SO MANY PEOPLE, "WHEN ARE YOU BOYS GONNA RETIRE, QUIT, OR REPLACE YOURSELVES?"......THOSE ARE FAIR QUESTIONS......AND, OVER THE YEARS, I HAVE TRIED TO DRAW UP A BUSINESS MODEL ON HOW TO DO THE ABOVE......HOWEVER, I GET TO STEP 2, AND I JUST DRAW A BLANK....IT'S LIKE RUNNING UP A BRICK WALL.....SO, A FEW YEARS AGO I MADE THIS DECISION.....

I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PRAYING MAN......I PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING.....I MAKE GOD WELCOME IN MY LIFE, NOT JUST WHEN I GO TO CHURCH.....I DON'T MAKE GOD COMPLICATED, I JUST MAKE HIM WELCOME.....WELL, WITH THAT ATTITUDE, I TRUELY BELIEVE THAT SINCE GOD HAS GIVEN THE OAK RIDGE BOYS DIVINE GUIDANCE FOR DECADES, I BELIEVE HE WILL TELL US WHEN IT IS ENOUGH.....WITH THAT THOUGHT IN MIND, I JUST QUIT WORRYING ABOUT TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO RETIRE.....I THINK GOD WILL LET ME KNOW......

RIGHT NOW, I AM GETTING A TOUCH OF WHAT IT MIGHT FEEL LIKE......JOE WROTE THIS ON A POST.......

"We have been given the unique opportunity to observe what retirement feels like......still Not ready......let's SING some more!!!!!!!"

I AGREE WITH MY SINGING PARTNER, JOE BONSALL, 100%......IT LOOKS LIKE WE WILL NOT BE WORKING ON THE ROAD UNTIL JULY......THERE ARE TWO DATES IN JUNE STILL HOLDING ON, BUT, I DOUBT THEY WILL PLAY.....IF THEY DO, WE WILL BE THERE......

JESUS WAS SEQUESTERED IN A TOMB......JONAH WAS SEQUESTERED IN THE BELLY OF A WHALE......DANIEL WAS SEQUESTERED IN THE LION'S DEN......SO, WHY SHOULD I FRET ABOUT 2-4 MONTHS BEING SEQUESTERED AT HOME WITH THE WOMAN I LOVE????? I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS, I AM JUST GATHERING STEAM FOR WHEN THE GATE IS OPEN AND OUR BUSES CAN PLOW ON THROUGH TO YOUR CITY.....THE BOYS ARE RESTED AND READY TO GIVE YOU ALL WE HAVE......

THERE IS ONE THING THAT I WANT ALL OF YOU TO KNOW.....BEING OFF HELPS ME UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I MISS ALL OF YOU......YOU HELP US COMPLETE THE CYCLE OF SHARING WHAT WE FEEL INSIDE......WE GIVE IT TO YOU IN EVER SONG IN EVERY SHOW......YOU GIVE IT BACK TO US, AND WE FEEL THAT COMING BACK FROM YOU....THAT IS CALLED COMMUNICATION.....I MISS THAT FROM YOU.....I CAN HARDLY WAIT UNTIL I CAN FEEL YOU AGAIN.....I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU UNTIL NOW......

I WILL MAKE YOU THIS PLEDGE.....FOR THE REST OF MY CAREER, HOWEVER LONG IT MAY LAST, I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU 110% OF MY HEART AND SOUL UNTIL GOD TELLS ME "IT IS ENOUGH"......THE WAY I AM MISSING YOU I DON'T FEEL THAT GOD WILL BE CALLING ME HOME ANYTIME SOON......

FROM THE BOOK OF EPHESIANS5:15 "BE VERY CAREFUL, THEN HOW YOU LIVE---NOT AS UNWISE BUT AS WISE, MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY OPPORTUNITY, BECAUSE THE DAYS ARE EVIL"....

I BELIEVE WE ARE LIVING WITH A SILENT ENEMY THAT HAS FORCED US TO WITHDRAW FROM WHAT I FEEL I WAS PUT ON EARTH TO DO......SO, WHEN THESE LOCKDOWN CHAINS ARE LIFTED, I PROMISE YOU THAT I WILL BE ONE OF THE HAPPIEST MEN ON PLANET EARTH.....I WILL CONTINUE SHARING MY MUSIC, MY GOD GIVEN GIFT, WITH ALL OF YOU UNTIL GOD PUTS HIS FINAL STAMP ON US.......MAY GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU.....I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING ALL OF YOU......

STAY SAFE AND STAY HEALTHY!!!!!!!
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16 hours ago

The Oak Ridge Boys

TODAY IS A TEXAS STEAK KIND OF DAY!!!!!!

A GOOD FRIEND IN TEXAS SENT ME SOME GREAT STEAKS THIS WEEK, SO, I JUST HAD TO GET OUTSIDE AND COOK THEM, ACE STYLE.......FIRST I MARINATED THEM FOR ABOUT AN HOUR, THEN WHEN THE SEASONING WAS FULLY SOAKED INTO THE STEAKS, THEN ON TO THE GRILL WHICH WAS READY TO GO.....ABOUT TEN MINUTES ON EACH SIDE WITH A LITTLE SAUCE BRUSHED ON TO STEAKS OF THOSE WHO PREFERRED IT......THEN, YUMMY, BACKED POTATO AND GREEN BEANS, THANKS TO MRS. HANK.....
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Joe had the opportunity to sit down with Mark Geist from the Shadow Warriors Project to talk about our country, as well their faith and careers. You don't want to miss this!

For those of you who are not familiar with Mark, he was one of the security contractors in the Benghazi embassy attack, as well as a Marine veteran. Check out the movie #13Hours or his book at the link below.

13 Hours Book >> amzn.to/3bwW2Yg
G.I.Joe & Lillie Book >> amzn.to/2zA7Con
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6 days ago

Every time I play one of your songs, I’m instantly taken back to my childhood memories of going places with my parents and one of your songs would be on Bob Kingsley tip 40. I was born in 1980. I absolutely love your music. Thanks for great music from Alabama ❤️ ... See MoreSee Less

6 days ago

One of my mother's fav tunes was Elvira. Thanks for that tune. I went to my hometown (Woodstock Ontario) & visited where she's resting beside my father. It was just what I needed at this difficult time. ... See MoreSee Less

7 days ago

I saw the Mighty Oaks last year and I purchased a 8+10 photo of them with their signatures on it and I was wondering if anyone knows if the signatures were lagit or reprints I'm not disappointed in any way ... See MoreSee Less

THIS YEAR, MY FAVORITE AUTHOR AND NEW FRIEND IS KRISTIN CLARK TAYLOR......ENJOY!!!!!!

Mother’s Day without Mother
She would have been my Perfect Quarantine Companion.
By Kristin Clark Taylor, Author, journalist, and motivator

Mother’s Day can feel like a cruel hoax if you don’t happen to have a mother.

For those of us whose mothers are gone, the day can feel off-balance and out-of-kilter; not so much a celebration of your mother’s presence as a gut-wrenching admission of her absence.

And if what I write next sounds a little whiny, I need to write it anyway because I have a feeling other folks might be feeling this same thing:

Today hurts.

It hurts more than a thousand painful bee stings; more than a steel-toed kick in the shins. More than a paper cut to the tongue during an envelope lick. I’m not going overboard with the mama melodrama, either. My pain is real; it is not imagined. I miss my mother so much it hurts. I want her back. I want her to be my quarantine companion.

My mother has been gone for more than thirty years, so I’ve had time to make peace with her departure – but it didn’t just take time, it took work. Over the years, I’ve devoted hundreds of thousands of words and a huge amount of headspace to writing about (and celebrating, with genuine joy) our redefined relationship; no longer earthly and finite but ethereal and infinite. I’ve adjusted to her physical absence. Long, long ago, I stepped into a softer emotional space that allows me to think about my mom without feeling the jagged edges of pain and heartbreak. My mother-memories are soft.

But something in me has shifted recently. Perhaps it is a regression of my grief.

Since the violent onslaught of this violent, slaughtering disease, I’ve been missing my here-on-earth mama with a ferocity that I guess I had forgotten. I miss her kiss. I need her here-and-now presence. I want her to be standing in my kitchen.

And to those of you whose moms are also gone, I need to ask you to ask yourself these questions:

As you’re watching the news or processing all that is happening around you, do you find yourself wondering, What would she do? How would she react? What words of wisdom would she whisper? What would she tell me to tell my own children?

In the midst of this living nightmare, have you been yearning more deeply for your mother’s touch? For the sound of her voice? The sight of her smile? For the simplicity of her mere motherliness?

What’s happening is that this greedy virus is not only snatching lives but the memories of lives. Because I’ve been missing her with such renewed intensity, my memories of her hurt. Granted, when Mother died, our relationship was forcibly and physically redefined. Today, we have something new between us. So redefined? Yes. Ruptured? I will not let that happen. I cannot give this dumb disease that much power.

Yesterday in the grocery store, I saw a mother and child in the produce section. The mother, wearing a mask and preoccupied with the potatoes, never noticed that her daughter had stepped away momentarily to pick up a lemon that had rolled onto the floor.

The daughter scampered back quickly, but there was that moment of awful, abject terror and confusion — I could see it in her frightened little eyes – when she couldn’t pick her mother out from all the other mask-wearing mothers, and she didn’t know where to turn or what to do.

That mother-daughter scene took me right back to my own childhood, standing with my own mother in the A & P while she prodded and poked at the produce. I still remember the precise second I realized, with suffocating clarity, that, Lord have mercy, I was holding the wrong hem. I looked down at her shoes first — those shoes are not my mother’s! I even double-checked her dress again: It belonged to some other mother!

I’d lost Mother.

For a single, stinging instant, my little world stopped. I’m certain I would have fainted right there near the fennel had my mama not swooped in and scooped me up. But scoop she did, and oh, how I miss that scoop today!

If you’re missing your mother more than normal these days, especially on this doesn’t-feel-real Mother’s Day, know that you are not alone. Your pain is real — but don’t let it paralyze you. Don’t stay stuck. We’ve got living to do. Surviving to accomplish. Relationships with our departed loved ones to readjust. COVID to kill. Goals to accomplish. Grief to kick to the curb. Gratitude to express.

I am bountifully blessed to have two beautiful children of my own — good-and-grown adults who I’m pretty sure love me ferociously. I suppose what I need to do on this Mother’s Day is bask in their love and bask in my mother’s memory simultaneously.

I must also remind myself that as much as I want her back (I would love to find my way back to that lavender-and-sunlight smell in the gentle curve of her neck), I know in my heart that I don’t really want her back here – not exposed to this awful awfulness.

Still, I can let my imagination comfort me.

If she were here, she’d probably whisper into my ear, “Stay put. It’s too early to step back to the outside. Remain calm. Banish panic. Everything is going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.”

And I’d smile and whisper back:

“I love you so much. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.”

The author’s mother, Mary Elizabeth Clark, at about 27 years of age. Courtesy of the author.
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HERE IS WHY I ALWAYS COME HOME!!!!!!

OF COURSE, THAT IS AN EASY ONE......MRS. HANK, (NORAH LEE), IS ALWAYS THERE TO WELCOME ME HOME!!!!!

WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 50 3/4 YEARS.......THE FIRST TIME I SAW NORAH LEE I KNEW THAT SHE WOULD BE MY BRIDE IF SHE WOULD JUST SAY "YES"......AFTER DATING FOR ABOUT A YEAR, SHE FINALLY ACCEPTED MY PROPOSAL TO BE MY WIFE......IRONICALLY, OUR FIRST DATE WAS TO DO A BACKUP SESSION, SINGING WITH THE TWO OF US AND CAROL LEE COOPER, WHO NORAH LEE WOUND UP SINGING WITH FOR DECADES ON THE GRAND OLE OPRY......SHE STILL SINGS IN THE VOCAL BACKUP GROUP ON THE GRAND OLE OPRY!!!!!

NORAH LEE AND HER TWO SISTERS AND FATHER, (SANDRA, LANA, AND NOBLE STUART, RIP) HAD A TRIO SINGING GROUP....THEIR MOM, IMA MAE, (RIP),ALWAYS HAD THEIR CLOTHES IN SPICK AND SPAN CONDITION, AND COOKED SNACKS AND GOODIES FOR ALL OF THEM AS THE FAMILY TRAVELED ALL OVER THE SOUTH, SINGING ALMOST EVERY WEEKEND......IN THE 60'S, THEY ENTERED THE "GROUP" CATEGORY AT THE NATIONAL QUARTET CONVENTION, AND WON FIRST PLACE FOR THE GROUP OF THE YEAR.......

SO, I CAME FROM A SINGING FAMILY AND SO DID NORAH LEE......SHE SANG, SHE HAD BLONDE HAIR, SHE PLAYED THE PIANO, AND SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL......STILL IS!!!!!! SHE MET ALL OF MY REQUIREMENTS FOR BEING MY WIFE.......HAHAHA

NORAH LEE IS MY ROCK THAT I CAN GO TO......SHE DOES NOT GIVE ME ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS THAT SHE THINKS I WANT TO HEAR.....INSTEAD, SHE TELLS ME WHAT SHE REALLY THINKS......I CAN RECALL HANDS FULL OF IDEAS, ALBUM COVER NAMES, SUGGESTED SONGS FOR THE OAKS TO RECORD, AND DOZENS OF OTHER THINGS THAT HELPED US MAKE GOOD DECISIONS......

NORAH LEE GAVE OUR FAMILY THREE CHILDREN......OUR FIRST BABY, JULIA ANNA, DID NOT LIVE VERY LONG, BUT, MADE A PLACE IN OUR HEARTS THAT WERE BROKEN.....OUR DOCTOR TOLD US THAT WE SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER BABY AS SOON AS HEALTH PERMITS......

WELL, ALONG COMES JAMIE DIONNE......JAMIE WAS SO FULL OF LIFE AND HELPED HEAL OUR HEARTS......IF THERE EVER WAS A GIRL THAT WAS SO AWESOME THAT SHE COULD FILL THE GAPS FOR TWO GIRLS, JAMIE IS THE ONE.......

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO JAMIE......JAMIE AND PAUL HAVE GIVEN US FOUR GRANDKIDS.......MARCH, KELL, TEXAS, AND TALLANT......THEY ALL HAVE THE SAME LOVE FOR MUSIC THAT IS IN NORAH LEE AND MY FAMILY TREES......TOGETHER, THEY MAKE UP "ROCKLAND ROAD", AND I AM SOOOO PROUD OF THEM......THEY TOUR WITH THEIR FAMILY GROUP, WORKING FAIRS, FESTIVALS, CHURCHES, AND ALL KINDS OF SPECIAL EVENTS.....

I ALWAYS WANTED A BOY, AND, I WANTED HIM TO BE NAMED AFTER ME....(AN EGO THING, I GUESS).....HOWEVER, I DID NOT WANT HIM TO BE CALLED "JUNIOR", OR, NUMBER 2, SO, AT BIRTH, WE GAVE HIM MY NAME AND HIS NAME.....LATER ON WE HAD IT LEGALIZED SO THAT HE HAS THREE FIRST NAMES.......

THEN NORAH LEE GAVE US DEE DUANE DAVID ALLEN......DEE STARTED HIS OWN R&R GROUP, "TALL DARK STRANGER" WHEN HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL.....SOME OF THE MEMBERS OF HIS GROUP ARE STILL WITH HIM AND REMAIN GOOD FRIENDS.....DEE SINGS ALL OVER THE NASHVILLE AREA......HE WRITES, AND PLAYS MOST OF THE INSTRUMENTS IN HIS STUDIO.....DEE HAS TALENT ON LOAN FROM GOD.....

SO, TODAY, I SALUTE MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, NORAH LEE, FOR GIVING US BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN, A HOME FULL OF LOVE, AND 50 3/4THS YEARS OF WONDERFUL MARRIAGE.....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN MY WORLD.....THE BEAUTY AND KINDNESS THAT SHE SHOWS ALL THE TIME IS JUST A PORTION OF WHAT SHE IS "INSIDE".......
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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!! BEFORE WE GOT ELECTRICITY, I REMEMBER MOM HEATING BRICKS IN THE WOOD STOVE, WRAPPING THEM IN A TOWELL, AND PUTTING THEM AT THE END OF THE BED SO THAT MY FEET WOULD NOT GET COLD.....THOSE WINTER NIGHTS IN TEXAS ALWAYS CAME WITH THOSE FEET WARMERS, A TUCKED INTO BED, AND A SWEET KISS.....

MOTHER NEVER LET ME GO TO SCHOOL WITH A DIRTY SHIRT......I DID NOT HAVE MANY CHOICES, SO, SHE WOULD WASH MY DIRTY CLOTHES, HANG THEM OUT TO DRY ON THE CLOTHES LINE, THEN PRESS THEM THE NEXT MORNING BEFORE I WENT TO SCHOOL......I HAD ONE WHITE SHIRT FOR CHURCH OR SPECIAL EVENTS.....I HAD ONE SUIT, AND ONE PAIR OF DRESS PANTS AND SHOES......AFTER I WORE MY "SUNDAY BEST" FOR A WHILE, THEN, I COULD WEAR THEM TO SCHOOL UNTIL HOLES CAME IN MY CLOTHES OR SHOES......SHE NEVER LET ME WEAR CLOTHES WITH HOLES......SHE TOLD ME TO NEVER WEAR DIRTY UNDERWEAR BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MIGHT HAVE AN ACCIDENT AND OTHERS MIGHT SEE THAT YOU HAVE DIRTY UNDERWEAR......

DID I TELL YOU THAT MOM WAS A GREAT COOK......EVERY MORNING WE HAD A HEARTY BREAKFAST.....IT SMELLED SO GOOD AS THE SMELL OF FOOD COOKING FILLED THE HOUSE......EVEN THE DOGS CAME CLOSE TO THE HOUSE, HOPING THEY WOULD GET A TREAT.......MOTHER ALWAYS HAD EGGS, JUST AS YOU WANTED THEM, BACON, SAUSAGE, AND PORK CHOPS.....THERE WAS ALWAYS CREAMED GRAVEY TO GO OVER THE FOOD......ALL KINDS OF JAMS AND JELLYS FROM MOM'S PANTRY.......FRESH BUTTER FROM OUR COWS......."BISKITS" WERE ALWAYS FRESH, AND SHE COOKED EXTRA THREE OR FOUR FOR WE ALLEN KIDS TO HAVE WHEN WE CAME HOME FROM SCHOOL OR FROM THE FIELDS, WORKING......I LOVED WHEN I CAME HOME FROM SCHOOL AND I WOULD RUN TO THE KITCHEN....THE BISKITS WOULD BE IN A PAN ON TOP OF THE STOVE.....I WOULD TAKE MY INDEX FINGER, AND STICK IT INTO THE SIDE OF THE BISKITS, THEN POUR FRESH MADE SYRUP INTO THE HOLE......YUMMY.......THAT WAS A TOP OF THE LINE SNACK FOR US......

I WILL CLOSE WITH THESE OTHER QUALITIES FROM MY MOM......SHE TAUGHT US ABOUT GOD AND HIS SON, JESUS......MOST OF THE TEACHINGS OF THE ALLEN CHILDREN WERE BASED ON TEACHINGS FROM THE BIBLE.....RESPECT ALL PEOPLE, NEVER TELL A LIE, LOVE GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND THE PART THAT DIRECTED ME IN MY MUSICAL LIFE......WE LIVED ON TOP OF A HILL THAT OVERLOOKED ALMOST ALL OF OUR FARMLAND......MY MOM USED TO TELL PEOPLE THAT SHE COULD HEAR ME SINGING, AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ALL THE WAY DOWN FROM THE BOTTOM LAND......

WHEN I WAS TOO YOUNG TO BE ABLE TO GET UP ON "CHARLIE" THE HORSE, TO ROLL BEDS OF ROW CROPS SO THAT BIRDS WOULD NOT STEAL THE SEED, IT WAS MY MOM WHO HELPED ME GET UP INTO THAT SADDLE......

IT WAS MY MOM THAT PICKED ME UP FROM AN "ADDLED" STAGE WHEN I RODE CHARLIE UNDER THE NEW STABILITY CABLE THAT HELD OUR ELECTRICITY POLE IN PLACE......(OUR HOUSE WAS THE LAST HOUSE ON THE ELECTRICITY LINE)......THE CABLE CAUGHT ME UNDER THE CHIN AND SHOT ME LIKE A BOW AND ARROW.......I WAS IN SHOCK......I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING, BUT MOM CAUGHT ME BEFORE I CRAWLED INTO THE PATH OF AN ON-COMING CAR......

I WILL JUST STOP SO THAT YOU CAN SHARE YOUR MOTHER'S DAY MEMORIES WITH ALL OF US.......

THANK YOU, MOM!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!! REST IN PEACE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS!!!!!!
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