About
The eldest child of Johnny Cash and his first wife, Vivian Liberto, Rosanne Cash was born in Memphis, Tennessee on May 24, 1955. After her parents separated she and her three sisters grew up in California.
At 18 she joined The Johnny Cash Show, further absorbing his influence along with that of his legendary touring show partners Carl Perkins and the Carter Family. The Carter Family's June Carter later became Rosanne's stepmother when she married Cash in 1968.
Rosanne went on to study drama at Nashville's Vanderbilt University and at the Lee Strasberg Institute in Los Angeles before focusing on her music. In the 30 years since she has released 12 albums including Right or Wrong, Seven Year Ache,Somewhere in the Stars, Rhythm and Romance, King's Record Shop, Interiors, The Wheel, 10 Song Demo, Rules of Travel, Black Cadillac, and most recently, The List. She has also recorded 11 No. 1 singles, blurring the genres of country, rock, roots and pop. In 1985 she won the Grammy Award for Best Country Vocal Performance, Female, for her hit "I Don't Know Why You Don't Want Me," and has received nine other nominations.
Her highly personal yet universally appealing writing style is also manifest in her parallel prose career. Rosanne published a collection of short stories, Bodies of Water, in 1995, and a children's book, Penelope Jane: A Fairy's Tale, in 2000. Composed, her long-awaited memoir, was published in 2010. Additionally, her essays and fiction have appeared in various collections and publications, including The New York Times, Rolling Stone, Time Magazine, The Oxford American and New York Magazine.
The mother of five children, Rosanne lives in New York City with her husband, producer and guitarist John Leventhal, and her youngest child.
For more: Rosanne's Wikipedia entry
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Submission from Eva:
Hi. I’m only 20, so I still ive with my parents. I’d only like to tell one thing about them. They never want me to do things how I don’t want to do them. They always say that they want to see me happy and smiled. I’m glad of it. I know that they’ll always encourage me. It’s all. PS: I’m sorry for my English. It’s not my native language.
Submission from Taylor:
My father was a southern gent big on Homilies. His favorite when to bark at us four girls was, “even a bling pig can find an acorn sometimes!” (that was supposed to mean, we might get lucky and succeed.” ) I ended up writing a song of one of his homilies. I had pasted to every wall of every room, dorm, apartment and house I lived in.
when things go wrong, as they sometimes will
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill
when the funds are low and the debts are high
when you want to smile, but you have to sigh
when things are getting you down a bit,
rest if u must, but Don’t you quit.
life seems queer with its twists and turns
many of us sometimes learn
we could have captured the victory cup
had we fought for awhile and not giving up
when care is pressing u down a bit
rest if you must, but dn’t you quit
success is failure, turned inside out
the silver lining, on the clouds of doubt
and you never may know how close you are
if you stayed awhile, and not drifted far
when care is pressing you down a bit, rest if u must
but don’t you quit.
Shenendoah was a family favorite. My great, great grandfather lost four brothers on one day in the Civil War.
Submission to ‘The List’ from my daughter, Chelsea (Amlette is our nickname for Carrie):
you passed me on a little sister. she is my amlette and thank god you had her.
Submission to The List from Cindy:
SEWING AN APPLE PIE - Recently, I threw a summer party for 100 people in my new rural neighborhood. To build up my courage and lend an old-fashioned air to this ice cream social, I decided to wear the pink dress my grandma sewed and wore to my parents’ wedding over 50 years ago. When I wear that dress, I feel the cowgirl and lady, an old firmness and sunny young wonder all at once. I touch the seams and think about her seriousness and family-bound love. Grandma Marie taught all six of us girls to sew and we taught our brother. Then I worked my way through college as a seamstress. Now I hardly ever sew, but I do move rattlesnakes. Grandma’s life and my life are very different, but perhaps she still influences me - I made an apple pie for the party.
My Mom passed away at 83 last year- she was always young at heart and she loved music. We shared many concerts over the years including Willie Nelson, Fleetwood Mac, and Stevie Nicks. I miss her cooking so much but treasure the recipes she shared with me. A summer favorite was fried corn which is kind of a cream-style corn. Not sure if she called it fried corn because she fried the bacon before she made the corn or because she used her cast iron skillet to make it. Anyway, the recipe follows, so share a bit of my Mom, she was a great lady. Recipe Introduction My mom always made this in the summer when fresh corn was readily available. Serve with sliced tomatoes, sliced cucumbers in vinegar, and fresh jalapenos. List of Ingredients 24 ears of corn ½ package bacon 1 stick butter 1 small carton whipping cream salt & pepper to taste Instructions Cut corn off cob (see note below). Not too deep as you don’t want to get many whole kernels. Run knife down cob after scraping to get the ‘milk’ from the cob. Fry bacon in skillet, remove, saving the grease. Add corn to grease and let simmer. Add 1 stick butter, and slowly add the whipping cream (you don’t want it to be too soupy). Add salt & freshly ground black pepper to taste. Final Comments The thing she always used to cut the corn off of the cob is wonderful if you haven’t heard of it- it is called Lee’s Corn Cutter and Creamer. It can be purchased online at http://www.leemfgco.com/ corn.asp. The company is called Lee’s Manufacturing and is located in Dallas.
I could never begin to record all that has been passed down to me from my mother. The first and most obvious is a family that while is not my own through birth, is very much mine. I have no memory of my mom not being my mom, my aunts not being my aunts, my grandparents not being my grandparents, and so on. And from having grown up in this family, the belief that loyalty, love and commitment to one another is above all else, has become my foundation. It defines all that I do, every decision I make and has now become the blueprint for the life I have created for my own family. It is often said that it is nurture, not nature. While that is very true, as time passes and we live our lives along side each other, the lines become blurred. Now so much of who I am in nature is from my mom. My love of interiors and obsession with French glassware. My love of music… especially Broadway classics. My handwriting is eerily similar to hers and like my mother I could spend the better part of a day looking through a Nigella Lawson cookbook dreaming of all the dinners I would make for my family if I ever had the time. My mom is unbelievably generous and compassionate and I like to believe I possess a bit of that as well. But above all else she has passed down her rich and infinite wisdom when it comes to motherhood. When I was pregnant with my first daughter she told me, “Dear, motherhood is not for sissies”. Truer words have never been spoken. She is my shepherd and my support system on many, many days. That has been her greatest gift to me thus far and a gift that my children have the great fortune of sharing in as well. That, and she once told me, “You never go on an airplane or to the doctor without having dressed for the occasion”. I live by that as if it were gospel.
