The only son of Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash talks about his parents' faith, their relationship, and their musical legacy.
Interview by David Caldwell
John Carter Cash is the executive producer of "Walk the Line," a movie opening Friday that recounts the sometimes tempestuous and ultimately triumphant love story of his parents, the singers Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash.
It quickly becomes evident from talking to John Carter Cash, 35, the couple's only child together, that in making the film he was seeing through the final wishes of his parents, who died within four months of each other in 2003. Cash, who lives near Nashville and is a music producer, got Joaquin Phoenix to play his father and Reese Witherspoon to play his mother----just as his parents wanted. Cash spoke with Beliefnet about his parents' life together, especially about the unshakable faith that helped them through hard times and became the bedrock for their marriage--as well as his life.
Do you think it's a film a lot of people will enjoy?
Yes, I do. I think people will love it. My parents had a vision for a movie about this that, first of all, told the story of their love affair, their life together, and their early relationship--how they made it through their struggles, how they got together and stayed together. The film succeeds at that greatly. My father and mother both OKed Joaquin and Reese for the parts and were both very positive about Joaquin and Reese doing their own singing. I believe this film stays true to the vision that my parents had. It's a movie about their love and their life, and they set it all up. It was theirs all the way.
How much does the movie deal with their faith?
My mother's faith becomes very evident in watching the film--her strength in God. The film deals with my father growing up as a young man and his struggles. My father resoundingly professed his faith in God later. It becomes evident early in the film how my father wanted to have faith in the Gospel. But the major focus in the film is their love affair. It's not really a film about their faith. The point where the film stops off is the point where my father truly begins to seek out Christianity. The point where he started is where the film ends. My parents' number-one goal was to have a movie about their life, and how their love helped them come together. I believe we've done that.
There is not a lot of attention paid to his recovery from addiction. Was that on purpose?
Really, the movie ends where he's beginning to clear up. There isn't much focus on his recovery.
You have a strong faith. How much of that do you owe to your parents?
My father told me early on about having a life in God. Their faith was the light of their life. They always professed it--their faith and their relationship with Christ. I learned by example, from watching them get through their struggles. They'd always come back to their faith. My father and mother were together because of their faith.
Through all of my father's struggles--which are evident in the film--the audience can see that faith in God would help to provide him with truth, vision, and direction. So faith was always very important to me. I think early on in life maybe, as so many people do, I rebelled against one thing or another--whether it be music, whether it be the freedom that comes from the relationship with God. I had to go through my own struggles to find my relationship with God. That relationship that I've built has been a result of my own struggles. Sometimes, you find peace through misery. Having said that, what's most important for me to do now is to keep my peace. And the way I do that is through prayer and a life with God.
"Nobody could save him from anything."
Your half-sister, Kathy, was interviewed a week ago by the Nashville Tennessean after members of the family watched an advance screening of the film. She said she walked out of the film five times because she thought her mother, Vivian Liberto Distin, was treated poorly. Is it hard when you're making a film like this to make everybody happy?
Well, what we have is a story about the formation of a relationship--a strong relationship. My father was a wildfire. Really. Nobody could save him from anything. His family turned away from him, and he broke up with his first wife. It just happened to be that when he was going to get back up on his feet, my mother was there. The movie is not about his relationship with Vivian [who died earlier this year]. That was never my father's intention, or my mother's, to have a movie about their life before they met. What they wanted was a movie about their love, about their life together with God. However anybody feels--how I feel, or how my sister feels or whatever--I still stand strong and true and firmly that this is the movie that my parents together would have made. That's all that matters to me.
You've produced an album, "Home to You," by the Peasall Sisters, the girls who became famous in the film, "O Brother, Where Art Thou?," singing the kind of music your mother loved. How did that all come about?
One of the girls, Leah, took fiddle lessons from my wife, Laura, for a long time. I got to know her and them through my wife's relationship. I got to be friends with all of them. Got together in the studio with them and did some demos and sought out a record deal with them. My mother--when she first saw "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"--she was exuberant when she heard those little girls. They were singing the songs that she was singing when she was a little girl with her sisters. And she said, "My God. That's me, Helen and Anita up there." She was very excited about their music. That's really when I first got to know them. I was connected with them in many ways early on through my mother's music and the songs that they'd sing. It made great sense to work together. It's very traditional music. It's the real thing.
Do you think there was a heightened interest in your mother's music, and bluegrass music in general, after "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"
It reawakened people who were interested in "old-timey" music, the roots of bluegrass music. Where does bluegrass music come from? All the songs in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" are pre-bluegrass. There were a lot of bluegrass musicians out there starting their careers in the 1930s and 1940s who grew up listening to the Carter family. That's the roots of the music. There's a June Carter Cash box set on Legacy Records. There's a lot of music out there spanning her career. I'm glad her music is out there. It means a lot.
You're involved now with an album called "Voice of the Spirit." Is that music similar to your mother's?
"Voice of the Spirit" was a project I'd been talking about for a long time. It began as an Appalachian record. But it's a record of all pure Southern gospel. I got a bunch of different artists together and did all of it here in Nashville. Good friends making good music. They're all brand-new recordings, but they're old songs I've found in various places, including Carter Family songs.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Uncle Ivan sends along this ditty... PAUL HARVEY AND PRAYER...
Paul Harvey and Prayer
Paul Harvey says:
I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.
Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be
endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.
So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.
"But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue.
Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna?
If I went to a football game in Jerusalem,
I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.
If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad,
I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.
If I went to a ping pong match in China,
I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.
And I wouldn't be offended.
It wouldn't bother me one bit.
When in Rome...
"But what about the atheists?" is another argument.
What about them?
Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand.
Call your lawyer!
Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or
two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.
I don't think a short prayer at a football game is
going to shake the world's foundations.
Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other
cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our
parents and grandparents taught us to pray before
eating; to pray before we go to sleep.
Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a
handful of people and their lawyers are telling us
to cease praying.
God, help us.
And if that last sentence offends you,
well ... just sue me.
The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard .... that the vast majority don't care what they want. It is time the majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right. But by golly, you are no longer going to take our rights away. We are fighting back .
and we WILL WIN!
God bless us one and all .. especially those who denounce Him. God bless America, despite all her faults. She is still the greatest nation of all.
God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God.
May 2006 be the year the silent majority is heard
and we put God back as the foundation of our
families and institutions.
Keep looking up.
Paul Harvey says:
I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.
Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be
endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.
So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.
"But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue.
Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna?
If I went to a football game in Jerusalem,
I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.
If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad,
I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.
If I went to a ping pong match in China,
I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.
And I wouldn't be offended.
It wouldn't bother me one bit.
When in Rome...
"But what about the atheists?" is another argument.
What about them?
Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand.
Call your lawyer!
Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or
two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.
I don't think a short prayer at a football game is
going to shake the world's foundations.
Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other
cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our
parents and grandparents taught us to pray before
eating; to pray before we go to sleep.
Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a
handful of people and their lawyers are telling us
to cease praying.
God, help us.
And if that last sentence offends you,
well ... just sue me.
The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard .... that the vast majority don't care what they want. It is time the majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right. But by golly, you are no longer going to take our rights away. We are fighting back .
and we WILL WIN!
God bless us one and all .. especially those who denounce Him. God bless America, despite all her faults. She is still the greatest nation of all.
God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God.
May 2006 be the year the silent majority is heard
and we put God back as the foundation of our
families and institutions.
Keep looking up.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
From a friend of mine.. Ronnie Attwood. hehe...
A pastor concluded that his church was getting into serious financial
troubles. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several
cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at
his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation
who would be willing to sell the bibles door to door for $10 each to
raise the desperately needed money for the church.
Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.
The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen
and were likely capable of selling some bibles. But he had serious
doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to
himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louis
stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister
decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked
with bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of
their door to door selling efforts the following Sunday.
Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately
asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last
week?"
Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Using my sales
prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected
on behalf of the church."
"Fine job, Peter!" The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You
are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you."
Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the church
last week?"
Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a
professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and
here's $280 I collected."
The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly
a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did
you manage to sell any bibles last week?"
Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend
opened it and counted the contents. "What is this?" the minister
exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you
sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?"
Louie just nodded.
That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are
professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many
bibles as we could."
"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd
better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie."
Louie shrugged. "I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for
sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered.
Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell
us."
"A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would
y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible
f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks -- o-o-o-or-- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just
l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to
y-y-you??"
troubles. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several
cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at
his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation
who would be willing to sell the bibles door to door for $10 each to
raise the desperately needed money for the church.
Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.
The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen
and were likely capable of selling some bibles. But he had serious
doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to
himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louis
stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister
decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked
with bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of
their door to door selling efforts the following Sunday.
Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately
asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last
week?"
Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Using my sales
prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected
on behalf of the church."
"Fine job, Peter!" The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You
are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you."
Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the church
last week?"
Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a
professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and
here's $280 I collected."
The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly
a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did
you manage to sell any bibles last week?"
Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend
opened it and counted the contents. "What is this?" the minister
exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you
sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?"
Louie just nodded.
That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are
professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many
bibles as we could."
"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd
better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie."
Louie shrugged. "I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for
sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered.
Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell
us."
"A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would
y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible
f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks -- o-o-o-or-- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just
l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to
y-y-you??"
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Welcome - Our Moffat Family Blog
CHARLES SCHULTZ ON LIFE !
Charles Schultz Philosophy
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier?
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)
Charles Schultz Philosophy
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier?
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
New pictures of Kaitlyn
Hate to jump in here in the middle of dad's blog, but figured it was the fastest way to tell everyone.
I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.
Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol
See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!
I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.
Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol
See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Amazing how time moves ..... another I remember when story...
We lived at Yukon on the Mulvey place from 1954 to Sept. 01, 1960 on a quarter section south of Yukon where now is located Mulvey Park. We had a big lake on it and the dairy cows loved the land. Lots of creeks to play in and on the lake was a wooden bridge across one section and in the middle was a cabin with a cool screened in porch and huge fireplace. It was owned by the Martin Mulvey family, and one of their sons, my age, has become one of Stillwater's premiere home builders... Mike Mulvey. Anyway... I am doing this from memory... with out actual facts in front of me... We probably lived there about 6 years.. moving from the Horn place south east of Yukon where we lived for about 4 years or so... My grandparents, Jake and Maude Siegrist, lived on the 172 acres just to east of us on Chez Hall Road. My granddad loved to fish and he could easily walk to the big lake on our dairy farm... bout a quarter mile... but I got side tracked...
A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....
A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....
Today's Quote
In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.
-John Churton Collins
-John Churton Collins
more on the attack.... part two
As the copter crew got me ready at Stillwater Municipal Hospital ER... I joked.. yelp you know me.. with them about their uniforms... and how they looked like twinkies... and the nice nurse assisting me said that if I thought they looked funny I should see the pilot.. who incidentally met us at the door to head up the second floor helipad .... cuz he had a tooth missing and no hair and one eye that he could see about half vision with.. well, that made me feel better.. but instead of all that, he was only about 4'11" tall... but he assured me he could see out the windshield... haha.... they zipped me into an insulated body bag..(now that made me feel GREAT!). At least it matched their uniforms and the copter... and loaded me in the back of the craft like I was a tool box... as we went up the ramp, my chest was really hurting... and it was hard to breath, but I didn't want to bother anyone so I kept quite and waved two floors down to all the family gathered... below. After everyone got on board, we lifted off and headed the bus to Tulsa. One reason they wanted me on the copter was .. the ground trip would be very rough... well,, folks, if you have never been in a small craft, plane or copter on a warm fall day.. it is just like being on a bus with NO springs.. my goodness the thermals were bad, but the crew were used to it... and with the chest pain coming and going at about 10 min intervals, I just wanted to get somewhere where they could fix me up... and after about 30 mins at about 2000 feet.. we landed in Tulsa at the St. Francis Heart Hospital. I was stoked... finally I would be able to get some help.. It was a 30 min flight to east side of Tulsa, and we landed.. they got me out and wheeled me into the hospital... and I just knew there would be lots of "specialist" waiting on me.. Drs to help me, nurses all over me cuz this was their speciality.. but boy was I wrong.. haha.... the crew headed into the hospital and no one.. not one person met us, or questioned us.. not one.. we saw NO one... the doors in some of the rooms were open and no one was in them... and we saw no one and now I am wondering just how new this hospital was.. after we got to the second floor and at the nurses station there, did we finally find someone to assist us.. and my room was right there! After they took me out of the body bag and moved me into bed... the nurses asked me if we did the paper work on way up.. the crew and I looked at them and assured them that we did not and that NO one met us.. or questioned us... and the nurses were alarmed.. bad security breach I quess.... hahaha.. but anyway.... I made it to the bed, told the pilot he might hang around and in a bit when Ann got there with our cash, I would pay him to fly me home... haha... The nurse on board was great.. her husband was a "want to be" welder and farmer among other things.. and she was a bit on the heavy side.. but she handled me like I was something that might break... after about an hour and half the family arrived, and I was still having pains, but figured it was the place to be if they got worse... Mom told me about her and Marilyn and Tammy being at the OSU girls basketball game and how the announcer asked that "Tammy Moffat" call her husbands cell phone.. as the game started... Jake called Heather and Phil .. since we were setting home talking about me needing to go and Jake was there. He went to get his hair cut at Studio E and we headed to Dr. I am not sure how he found out we were in the ER in Stillwater as we headed to the Drs office ... and ended up there... but one thing I do know, it's awesome having such as wonderful family as I have... Again, I am richly blessed... more later...
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