Me and Sister Bobbie: True Tales of the Family Band by Willie Nelson (English) P

Description: Me and Sister Bobbie by Willie Nelson, Bobbie Nelson The untold story of Willie Nelson and his sister, Bobbie, who have supported each other through personal tragedies and triumphs and always connected through their familys love of music.The untold story of Willie Nelson and his sister, Bobbie, who, over the course of their lives together, supported each other through personal tragedies and triumphs and forged an unbreakable bond through their shared love of music"Tender and intimate."-The New Yorker"Poignant, beautiful, heartfelt."-New York Journal of BooksONE OF THE BEST MUSIC BOOKS OF THE YEAR- Rolling Stone, Kirkus ReviewsAbandoned by their parents as toddlers, Willie and Bobbie Nelson found their love of music almost immediately through their grandparents, who raised them in a small Texas town. Theirclose relationshipwasthe longest-lasting bond in both their lives.In alternating chapters, this heartfelt dual memoir weaves together both their stories as they experienced them side by side and apart. The Nelsons share powerful, emotional moments from growing up, playing music in public for the first time, and facing trials in adulthood, as Willie pursued songwriting and Bobbie faced a series of challenging relationships and a musical career that took off only when attitudes about women began to change in Texas.Thisis Bobbiesonly memoir,and in it she candidly shares her life story infull. Her deeply affecting chapters delve into her personal relationships and life as a mother and as a musician with technical skills that even Willie admits surpass his own. In his poignant stories, Willie shares the depth of his bond with his sister, and how that bond carried him through his most troubled moments. Willie and Bobbiesupportedeach other through unthinkable personal heartbreak, andtheyalways shared in each others victories. Through dizzying highs and traumatic lows, spanning almost nine decades of life, Willie and Bobbiealwayshad each others back.Their story is an inspiring, lyrical statement of how family always finds the way. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Willie Nelson is an American country music singer-songwriter, as well as an author, poet, actor, and activist. He was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1993.Bobbie Nelson is a pianist, singer, and member of the band Willie Nelson and Family. She died in 2022.David Ritz has collaborated on books with everyone from Ray Charles to Aretha Franklin. Review "Written in gritty, unapologetic Texas jargon, in short chapters alternating between Willie and Bobbie, Me and Sister Bobbie, a poignant, beautiful, heartfelt co-memoir, delights and astounds."—New York Journal of Books"Tender and intimate."—The New Yorker"Nelson and Family Band fans will relish even the details they already knew, and readers just seeking a mostly uplifting family story will be pleased as well."—Rolling Stone"Spanning close to nine decades, Willie and Bobbies story is one of the endurance of family and power of music as a beacon of healing—a pitch-perfect read."—Country Living Review Quote "Written in gritty, unapologetic Texas jargon, in short chapters alternating between Willie and Bobbie, Me and Sister Bobbie, a poignant, beautiful, heartfelt co-memoir, delights and astounds." -- New York Journal of Books "Tender and intimate." -- The New Yorker "Nelson and Family Band fans will relish even the details they already knew, and readers just seeking a mostly uplifting family story will be pleased as well." -- Rolling Stone "Spanning close to nine decades, Willie and Bobbies story is one of the endurance of family and power of music as a beacon of healing--a pitch-perfect read." -- Country Living Excerpt from Book Brother Nearly nine decades. A long lifetime. Hard to believe that it was sixty years ago I wrote a song called "Funny How Time Slips Away." Wrote it when I was only twenty-seven, and I really didnt know what I was talking about. Except I did. As a kid, I was only imagining a romance that had gone sour. As it turned out, my imagination was pretty good. Little did I know that one day Id wake up and realize I have enough memories to fill a shelf of books. Ive written a few books before, but theres one that passed me by. Probably passed me by cause the heroine is too humble to demand attention. The heroine is my sister, Bobbie. Bobbies got the best story in our whole family. But to tell it right, I needed Bobbie by my side. I needed Bobbie to tell it herself. Its our good fortune that Bobbie has agreed. Without my sister, Id never be where I am today. Ive always needed her. I was born restless. Born curious. Born ready to run. And I did. Started running at an early age. Kept running, stumbling, getting back up and running some more. Would have run into complete ruin if it hadnt been for my first and best friend, Bobbie. If I was the sky, Bobbie was the earth. She grounded me. Two years older, she also protected me. She was there at the very beginning and remains with me, on and offstage, to this very day. Theres no stronger or longer or steadier relationship in my life. Our stories are intertwined as only sibling stories can be. Many a time shes mended my broken heart. Many a time Ive tried to mend hers. In the Nelson family, high drama comes with the territory. Crazy twists and turns began in our childhood and never stopped. Good breaks and bad breaks, triumphs and tragedies. My bond with Bobbie is a testimony to the healing power of family. Ironically, perhaps, our bond was born out of the collapse of our original family. It could have been devastating, except I was a toddler when it happened. I have no memory of the actual event. But for Bobbie, it was different. Sister Willie and I had always lived with Dads parents, Alfred and Nancy Nelson. I was not told why. I liked the arrangement because our grandparents were kind and caring. But I was also comforted by the knowledge that my mom and dad lived right next to us. Willie and I saw them every day. My parents rounded out my world. So to see that world fall apart scared me to death. I was a little girl when my grandparents told me that my mother and father were leaving Abbott, the little Texas town where Willie and I were born. Not only were they leaving us, they were leaving each other. My father had another woman. None of this made sense to me. It just brought on a torrent of fear. It happened in a flash. There was no preparation. I remember seeing two cars parked outside my grandparents house. My mother came in to kiss me goodbye. My dad did the same. All they said was that they were going away. Thats it. Then they were gone. I was three years old. I didnt know about "going away." No one "went away" in our world. We all stayed in Abbott. A woman named Lorraine was waiting in my fathers car. He was going away with her. My mother was going away in another car. I was hysterical, screaming and crying my little eyes out. I held on to my fathers shirt, held on to my mothers blouse, held on to both of them so tightly that my grandfather had to drag me away screaming. He took me to the bedroom I shared with Willie, closed the door, and locked it. The click of the lock was a dagger through my heart. I sobbed until I couldnt breathe. It didnt seem right. It wasnt fair. I had no say-so in the matter. How could that be? I wept for hours. It felt like life was over. No mother, no father. It cant happen just like that. I cant remember the words they said. Im sure they tried to explain, but none of the words mattered. What mattered was that they were leaving, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same. Willie, only six months old, had been crawling around the house. When he saw me crying, he stopped. He was a happy spirit, but he sensed my panic. He looked at me with worry in his eyes. Hed never seen me break down before, not like this. I picked him up and held him in my arms. "Dont worry, little brother," I said. He knew only a few words like "mama" and "dada." Now he said something I hadnt heard before. "Sister," he said, though it sounded like itta. As he spoke, he smiled. His smile got to me. I was able to stop crying. Brother We were isolated. I know that now, but I didnt know it then. Abbott, population 400, is a tiny farm community in Hill County halfway between Dallas and Waco. Bobbie was born January 1, 1931, and I made my appearance April 29, 1933. We were babies of the Great Depression. My fathers folks had come to Texas from Arkansas. One of their daughters, Clara, had died young, and their other daughter, Rosa, had moved to Aquilla, close to Abbott. My grandparents, always wanting to be close to their children and grandchildren, followed Rosa to Texas. My dad, Ira, was a car mechanic. He was also a fiddler and guitarist who played in barrooms on the county line where drinking was legal. Texas was funny like that. In certain counties, booze couldnt be served, but in other counties it could. Our dad liked to drink. In my growing-up days, most of the men were drinkers. That was normal. Also seemed to be what it meant to be a man. Dads drinking never got in the way of my loving him. He was a great guy who just wasnt ready to be a parent. He and Mom married when they were sixteen. His folks saw that the young couple couldnt properly take care of Bobbie and me. Thats why my grandparents took us in. For as long as I can remember, Bobbie and I called them Mama and Daddy Nelson. They anchored us, raised us, and kept us--or at least tried to keep me--on the straight and narrow. They never said a bad word about our mother and father, but I knew that Mama and Daddy Nelson didnt approve of their sons drinking. He loved his parents, but he loved his whiskey and he was gonna live his life the way he wanted to. My grandparents didnt hide their feelings--they warned me about the dangers of drinking--but they also never tried to keep my father away from me or Bobbie. When he moved to Covington, only twenty-five miles from Abbott, he remained part of our lives. Every time he showed up in Abbott, tipsy or sober, we were happy to see him. Our mother went off in a different direction. Sister I believe my brothers happy-go-lucky personality stayed happy-go-lucky because he wasnt traumatized by the shock of our parents departure. He was too young to understand what was going on. But the trauma got to me. Unlike our father, our mother didnt remain anywhere even remotely close by. As a girl, I was deeply affected. All girls crave their mothers company. Making the abandonment even more painful was the fact that my mom, Myrle Greenhaw, was an amazing woman. The sound of her sad but sweet singing voice has never left me. Mother was of Native American heritage, three-quarters Cherokee. Strikingly beautiful, she was also a modern woman. She carried a miniature talisman of the Buddha in her purse. She wore pants, bobbed her hair, dealt cards, loved dancing, and smoked cigarettes--all things Abbott women of that era were not supposed to do. She was fiercely independent. Texans looked at her as a Mexican, and when she moved to Oklahoma she was seen as an Indian. In Abbott, she was scorned for her ethnic appearance. All this I learned from Mildred, our cousin who lived with us. Mildred was twelve years older than me and very close to our mother. It was Mildred who explained that in our little town Myrle was isolated and considered an outsider. Even if her husband hadnt fallen for another woman, she may well have wanted to flee a place where she was never accepted. She went first to Oklahoma and then to San Francisco before finally settling in Oregon. Every year or two shed take a Greyhound to Abbott for a couple of weeks. Those wonderful visits are etched in my mind. I adored my mother. She had a steely strong personality. She had firm opinions. She was also funny and, like Willie, unpredictable. She possessed a get-up-and-go energy that lit up a room. Her confidence was contagious. She made me feel that women could do whatever they wanted. Social restrictions or taboos didnt intimidate her. People have asked whether I was angry because she left us. The answer is no. Maybe thats because Mama Nelson was all the mother I needed. I did see Myrle Greenhaw as my mom, and I appreciated her. When I later started in with music, she asked me to play for her and praised me to the sky. It would take me many years to realize the positive influence she had on my life. Though I didnt see her often, I felt her presence even in her absence. Details ISBN1984854151 Author Bobbie Nelson Short Title Me and Sister Bobbie Pages 288 Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 1984854151 ISBN-13 9781984854155 Format Paperback Subtitle True Tales of the Family Band DEWEY 782.4216420922 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Random House Inc Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Publication Date 2021-09-21 AU Release Date 2021-09-21 NZ Release Date 2021-09-21 US Release Date 2021-09-21 UK Release Date 2021-09-21 Illustrations 20 chapter-opening photos Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:133235841;

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