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DOLLY PARTON KEEPS ONE TATTERED CHILD’S COAT IN A GLASS CASE — AND STILL CAN’T LOOK AT IT WITHOUT CRYING Dolly Parton is the butterfly of country music. Rhinestones. Wigs. A laugh that fills a stadium. But in a quiet room of her Tennessee home sits a glass case holding a small patchwork coat — scraps of blue, red, yellow, brown, stitched together by hands that had never owned a new dress. Dolly’s mother, Avie Lee, sewed it from rags in 1955 for a shivering nine-year-old girl who had no winter coat. As she sewed, Avie Lee told the story of Joseph and his coat of many colors from the Bible. Dolly wore it to school proudly. The other children laughed until she cried. Avie Lee passed in December 2003 at 80. Dolly wrote over 3,000 songs. She says “Coat of Many Colors” is still the only one she can’t sing through without stopping.

Dolly Parton Keeps One Tattered Child’s Coat in a Glass Case — And Still Can’t Look at It Without Crying

To most people, Dolly Parton has always seemed larger than life.

Dolly Parton walks into a room in sparkling rhinestones. Dolly Parton laughs loudly, tells stories easily, and somehow makes every person feel like an old friend. For decades, Dolly Parton has been the bright, glittering face of country music.

But behind the wigs, the stage lights, and the famous smile, there is another side of Dolly Parton that few people ever see.

In a quiet room inside Dolly Parton’s Tennessee home, away from the cameras and the awards, sits a small glass case. Inside is an old child’s coat.

It is not beautiful in the way people usually imagine beautiful things. The coat is faded. The fabric is worn thin in places. The sleeves are slightly uneven. It is made from pieces of cloth that do not match — blue beside brown, red stitched next to yellow, old scraps joined together because there was nothing else.

And yet Dolly Parton has said that no designer gown, no diamond necklace, and no award she has ever received means more to her than that little coat.

A Winter in the Smoky Mountains

The story goes back to 1955, when Dolly Parton was nine years old and growing up in the mountains of eastern Tennessee.

Dolly Parton’s family was poor. Not the kind of poor that people sometimes joke about. Dolly Parton has often spoken honestly about how there were many nights when the family had almost nothing. Twelve people lived together in a tiny cabin. Money was rare. New clothes did not exist.

One winter, the cold came early. Dolly Parton needed a coat, but there was no money to buy one.

So Dolly Parton’s mother, Avie Lee Parton, did what she always did. Avie Lee Parton found a way.

Avie Lee Parton gathered old pieces of cloth and worn-out rags from around the house. Some had once been part of shirts. Others came from old dresses or flour sacks. Sitting at the kitchen table, Avie Lee Parton began sewing the pieces together by hand.

As Avie Lee Parton stitched, Avie Lee Parton told Dolly Parton the Bible story of Joseph and his coat of many colors.

“This coat may look like rags,” Avie Lee Parton told Dolly Parton, “but if you wear it with pride, it will be worth more than anything money can buy.”

By the time the sewing was finished, there was a patchwork coat lying on the table. It was bright, strange, and unlike anything anyone else in the small mountain town would have been wearing.

Dolly Parton loved it immediately.

The Day Everything Changed

The next morning, Dolly Parton proudly wore the coat to school.

For a little while, Dolly Parton felt special. Dolly Parton remembered the story that Avie Lee Parton had told the night before. Dolly Parton believed the coat was magical.

Then the other children saw it.

Some laughed. Others pointed. A few called the coat ugly. By the end of the day, Dolly Parton came home in tears.

Dolly Parton later said that was one of the first times Dolly Parton truly understood what it felt like to be ashamed and proud at the same time.

Avie Lee Parton listened quietly. Then Avie Lee Parton reminded Dolly Parton that the coat had been made with love, and that love mattered more than what other people thought.

Years later, Dolly Parton would say that lesson never left.

The Song Dolly Parton Still Cannot Finish

Many years later, after Dolly Parton became one of the most successful songwriters in history, Dolly Parton turned that memory into a song.

“Coat of Many Colors” was released in 1971. It quickly became one of the most beloved songs Dolly Parton ever recorded.

The song was simple. It was not about fame or heartbreak or romance. It was about a little girl, a handmade coat, and a mother who gave everything she had.

Dolly Parton has written more than 3,000 songs over the course of a remarkable career.

But after Avie Lee Parton died in December 2003 at the age of 80, something changed.

Dolly Parton has admitted that “Coat of Many Colors” is the one song Dolly Parton still struggles to sing all the way through.

Whenever Dolly Parton reaches the lines about the coat and the love stitched into it, the memories come back. Not just of being poor. Not just of being laughed at.

Dolly Parton remembers Avie Lee Parton sitting at that table, sewing carefully under the dim light, trying to make something beautiful out of almost nothing.

That is why the old coat still sits in its glass case.

To everyone else, it may only look like scraps of fabric.

To Dolly Parton, it is the most valuable thing Dolly Parton owns.

 

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