Birthday: April 14, 1935.
Birthplace: Butcher Holler, Ky.
Occupation: Singer.
Current homes: I’m in Nashville a lot and I have a ranch in Hurricane Mills, Tenn., where we have an entertainment center.
Marital status: I’ve been a widow since my husband, “Doolittle” (O.V.), died in 1996, after 48 years of marriage.
Children: Five grown children, four girls and one boy.
Cars: I drive my Mercedes. I drive my truck. I drive my four-wheeler. I might be walking. You never know how you’re going to find me.
Working on: I’ve got a double CD out, “Loretta Lynn Sings All-Time Gospel Favorites,” and I’m touring.
Magazines I read: The Guidepost and the Star to see what the girls are wearing. It appears they’re wearing slips.
Favorite pigout food: Chicken and dumplings, corn bread, beans, mashed potatoes, fried chicken. It’s country.
Favorite childhood memory: My grandma’s sister was selling everything and moving to Indiana. My mommy gave her 22 cents for a doll, and she gave that doll to me.
Personal heroes: Roy Rogers and Ernest Tubb. There used to be so many heroes. Where did they all go?
I’ve never been able to: Be myself in front of people. I always feel I have to entertain them.
My fantasy is: I’m working in a garden or I’m an archeologist. I love nature. I don’t have any fancy fantasies.
The one thing I can’t stand: Having people around me who are always down.
If I could change one thing about myself: I’d be beautiful. But God made me look this way, so I guess this is the way I’ll stay.
Most humbling experience: I’m no different from anyone else. I pay in quarters when I buy the Star and the Enquirer and I wait in line like everyone else.
The three words that best describe me: Plain old Loretta.
