Memories, I recovered more!

While talking to a friend today, I recovered some awesome memories of my daddy!! I was instantly filled with joy 🙂

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Typewriter like the one I learned to type on at the music store

When I was a little girl, daddy had a music store called Halls Music. It was located on Commercial Park Dr where Regal Cinema Corporate offices are now. I loved going to the music store with daddy. He had more musican friends come in than customers. Every Saturday was Jam Day & people came from all over to sing, play, and jam down.

Dad’s music store was next door to Cantrell Heating & Air on one side and a paint store on the other side. Also in the strip mall was Ken Rowe’s Pharmacy, a hair salon, Domino’s Pizza, and Byron Bryant Attorney at Law.

I use to spend large parts of my days at Ken Rowe’s Pharmacy. I loved Ken, his wife, & their son. That’s where I ran into Archie Campbell one day. I stared at him from behind the prescription counter trying to figure out who he was. Ken leaned down and whispered to me that it wasn’t polite to stare. I apologized & asked who he was. Just then, Ken winked at me and called out, “Prescription for Archie Campbell”.

I jumped up and ran around the corner. Smiling I said, “Hey! You’re on Hee Haw!” Mr Campbell said, “Why yes honey, I am. Do you watch that show on TV?”  “OF COURSE.” I exclaimed. “My daddy is a musican & he’s famous!” (Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He was famous to me, but far from true fame.) Smiling he said, “What’s your daddy’s name honey? Maybe I know him.”

I stood up straight & proclaimed, “My daddy is Jim Hensley. He owns the music store next door.” Mr Campbell smiled even larger and asked, “would you take me to meet your dad? I’d like to say hello.”
I nodded my head in agreement and he followed me to the store. We walked in together and he followed behind me. Dad looked up from the guitar he was repairing & said, “Why, hello Archie. How are you buddy?”
“I’m great Jim. I just met your lovely daughter.” Archie answered.

I was stunned. They knew each other. Mr Campbell became my friend Archie that day as I sat on his knee and listened to hours of stories.

He said, “Your daddy may not be movie star famous, but honey, he is certainly a legend that I’ll never forget.” He told me stories about him and my dad in recording studios, at parties, and in church.

I laughed, smiled, and felt good inside on that day!

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2 comments


  1. Tia, I was so happy to recover another memory of my family and my roots. Thank you for stopping by and reading. I will be adding other memories as they come back to me in the future 🙂
    We never realize how much someone has touched our lives, until we forget them for a period of time. I think my concussion was a blessing in disguise 🙂 I mean, how could I forget my daddy?


  2. While reading this you flooded my mind with memories of my own daddy, thank you. I lost him when I was 28. I have a calculator that belonged to him and I bring it out and hold it just to remember. It’s true, in my mind he was 6 feet tall and bullet proof just like the song. A legend in my mind, and you know that is all that counts how we remember them. They were heroes, they were famous, they were legends because they were our daddies.
    Thank you for taking me back again when I felt safe, secure with my daddy.

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