REBA: MY STORY
Published: October 1, 1995
WRITTEN BY: REBA MCENTIRE
Country music superstar Reba McEntire describes her Oklahoma childhood as a member of a cattle ranching family, her early days as a performer, her award-winning musical achievements, the tragic loss of her eight band members, and her marriages.
My Daddy, Clark Vincent McEntire, is a former three-time world-champion tie-down steer roper. He began roping when he was a small boy and entered his first amateur roping contest when he was twelve, in 1939. It happened almost by accident, when Eddie Curtis, Daddy’s friend, asked him, “Are you going to rope?”
“Don’t guess,” Daddy said.”Don’t guess,” Daddy said.
“You are now,” Eddie said, after pitching down three dollars for an entry fee.
“I don’t have a horse,” Daddy said.
“You can ride mine,” said Dick Truitt, a former World’s Champion steer roper and friend of the family.
Daddy wondered what in the world he would have done if he had caught the calf. They were great big calves (350 pounds).
Daddy turned professional when he won the Pendleton Round-Up All-Around Cowboy roping contest at seven, and by 1949 he was the fifth-highest-paid steer roper in the Rodeo Cowboy Association. That year he won $1,222. In 1957,the biggest year he ever had, he earned $5,184.0
I once asked him if winning the championship was as good as getting there. He said, “No, the fun to me was seeing if I could beat ’em and win the money. After I won, it was like, ‘So what?'”I’m a lot like my Daddy.
COMFORT FROM A COUNTRY QUILT
Published: April 13, 1999
WRITTEN BY: REBA MCENTIRE
Through down-home storytelling, Reba McEntire offers her fans a glimpse into her personal life, as well as a healthy dose of traditional, God-lovin’ values. Like a quilt, McEntire’s book of country comfort is stitched from real-life material–little scraps of wisdom that miraculously piece together into a heartfelt mosaic.
Have you ever made a quilt? I have. It’s one of the most therapeutic and calming things I’ve ever done. And I had a huge sense of accomplishment when I finished.
Both of my Grandmothers made quilts, my Mama did, and my Aunt Jeannie did. I loved to open that big box at Christmas time knowing it was a quilt that one of them had made. I was so flattered that after all the time and energy they had spent on that quilt, they gave it to me. I’ll cherish it always.
Back when I was living at home, I remember during the winter months, Mama would sit up at her sewing machine in the living room over by the window. At night when we’d all be in there watching TV after supper, Mama would be over at her sewing machine, making another quilt from the scraps left over from a dress or blouse she had made earlier.
Then when she had all the squares sewn together, she’d lay the batting on the living room floor, lay the quilted piece on top of that and then start tacking it down. When that was completed, she’d sew the border around it. Then it was finished. It was just a question of who would be the proud recipient of so many hours of love.