Dolly Parton has maintained her modesty throughout her extraordinary career as a performer, businesswoman, and philanthropist, while accumulating enormous recognition and wealth. Success has unsurprisingly followed her throughout her journey.
Parton knows the hardships of poverty having grown up in a large family. Despite her success as a hugely important Hollywood actress today, she has never forgotten her lowly roots.
In Nashville, Tennessee, in 1955, Dolly Parton posed for a picture. | Source: Getty Images
The genuine Dolly Rebecca Parton, the music icon, was welcomed home by her parents on January 19, 1946, at their home on Locust Ridge in Sevierville, Tennessee. She has eleven siblings and was born in a one-bedroom cottage.
Her father, sharecropper Robert Lee Parton, worked in construction to augment his income because he was unable to attend school and was hence illiterate.
The legendary country singer grew up surrounded by music because of her family’s strong musical heritage. Despite their challenging living conditions, singing brought them together and brought them joy.
In 1965, in Nashville, Tennessee, Dolly Parton posed for a picture. | Source: Getty Images
Parton learned to sing from her mother, the entertainer Avie Lee Owens. She played her a variety of melodies, including Elizabethan ballads and church hymns that had been passed down through the years in her family.
Parton’s grandfather, Jake Robert Owens, composed the hymn “Singing His Praise” while serving as a priest. A number of Parton’s siblings developed a passion for music, and a few of them participated in her family band.
Sam Owens, a musician and singer-songwriter in his own right, was another uncle of Parton. When she was a little child, her uncle—who loved music—was the first to see that she had the ability to become a well-known musician.
Stella Mae, Cassie Nan, the twins Freida Estelle and Rachel Ann, Willadeene, David Wilburn, Coy Denver, Bobby Lee, Robert, and Larry are among Parton’s siblings. After a fight with cancer, Robert passed away in 2021, while Larry passed away at birth.
Parton often assisted her parents in taking care of the younger children because she was the fourth of her twelve siblings. She shared a little roof with her family.
Their log cottage had no running water or electricity at the time, and it only had a living room and one bedroom. The building is still standing today.
Parton has never shied away from talking about her modest upbringing or how it shaped the way she saw the world. She knows what it’s like to be poor; she grew up in a huge household with little money.
In a promotional picture for her 1984 movie “Rhinestone,” Dolly Parton beams. | Source: Getty Images
Parton talked back to The Guardian in 2016 on her early years spent in the remote Tennessee highlands, emphasizing the happy memories from that time in her life. She stated:
“Obviously, there were problems, but I would rather look back on the good times.”
She recalled the times she had spent with her siblings, singing in church, and doing household chores that she didn’t really enjoy. She also remembered all of the laughs she had with her family in the past.
Parton talked about how her siblings would always sing and how she would always attempt to get them to back her up when she pretended to be the lead vocalist on stage, but they would never show any interest.
Parton remembered that her brothers would frequently cram themselves into their small home, which resulted in a lot of mocking and fighting. But they remained a family through all of the turmoil.
The cottage was too small for them to comfortably hang out in, she said, so they spent most of their time outside. The courtyard functioned as an addition for socializing over meals, entertainment, and games.
Parton stated that her family was constantly appreciative of their access to food and a roof. Her parents consistently stressed that other families suffered more than their own, even though it was not exactly what they desired. She remembered:
“I never felt poor, even though we were.”
Parton’s enthusiasm and musical ability would ultimately enable her to become one of the most popular and successful country music artists of all time, despite her family’s humble beginnings.
Growing Up in Poverty
Parton said that although she had happy childhood memories, being poor meant having to endure difficult living circumstances. She and her 14-member family essentially lived in a shanty and had little access to needs.
She revealed that she was just eight years old when she first saw a toilet and bathroom in her aunt’s house and was attracted by them in a March 1978 Playboy magazine interview with journalist Lawrence Grobel.
Parton revealed that she and her siblings were terrified to use the restroom because they believed it would swallow them up, while laughing at how naive and innocent they were at the time. “It was just very strange,” she remembered.
For Parton and her family, taking a daily shower was not an extravagance. Frequently, they would produce their own soap, and occasionally, they would cram themselves into the truck and head to the river to have a bath.
Although there was a brook close by, they all chose to bathe in the river since it served as their “big bath.” As their homemade soap cascaded down the river, they would swim together and give each other’s hair a bath.
Parton compared their river bath to a “bathtub,” jokeing about how filthy they were back then and how it would have left a ring around the Little Pigeon River. For them, taking a river bath was a midsummer rite.
Every member of the household would have a pan of water to wash as much as possible in the winter. Parton answered Grobel’s question about how frequently she and her family took winter baths by saying:
“Well, as the saying goes, we bathed once a week whether we needed to or not.”
Parton started to value bathing more after she started high school. She would bathe every night because her younger siblings would not wash their hands before bed. She disclosed:
The children urinated on me each night. In the bed, we slept three and four. Every night, I would wash. The kids would also wet on me as soon as I went to bed, so I would have to get up in the morning and repeat the entire process.”
On November 5, 2019, in New York City, Dolly Parton is present at the We Are Family Foundation event held at Hammerstein Ballroom. | Found via Getty Images
Parton was not hesitant to express her opinions, explaining that while getting peed on would seem unhygienic to some, the urine actually provided some warmth during the winter.
She remembered how cold it would get at home because she lived in the mountains, and she even mentioned that it was almost enjoyable to get pissed on because the room was just as cold as the outside. They would all curl up in bed, she claimed.
distributing millions
Parton has said that her family is wealthy and content in other ways, despite their lack of material wealth. She became humble as she grew older, and even after becoming wealthy, she never stopped helping those in need, just like her family had done when she was younger. She said:
“My greatest love will always be my family.” Although it might occasionally get lost in the shuffle, family is a part of all I do.
Parton claimed that her family was the inspiration behind her music and that her theme park, Dollywood, and one of its acts, Dixie Stampede, are meant to be places where families can enjoy themselves and spend quality time together.
Parton is a self-made millionaire, with a projected net worth of $375 million in 2022 according to Forbes. Her theme park and ownership rights to music publishing were the main sources of her financial success.
In the 1970s, she refused to share the critically praised song “I Will Always Love You” with Elvis Presley, one of the nearly 3,000 songs that she is in ownership of. When Whitney Houston performed the song in the 1990s, this choice paid off.
In addition, Parton is paid a publishing fee for songs that are sold, aired, or featured in motion pictures. According to Forbes, her songs are valued at $150 million, while her royalties have brought in between $6 and $8 million.
But the source of the music icon’s enormous wealth is her well-known theme park, Dollywood, which is one of Tennessee’s most popular travel destinations. According to reports, it earns $3 million annually.
When the theme park was still known as Pigeon Forge in 1968, the country music artist made an investment in it. Later, she gave it a new name, “Dollywood,” a pun on the word “Hollywood.” There is a water park and a hotel in the park.
In addition, Parton just unveiled Doggy Parton, a pun on her well-known name, as a new business. The business, which makes apparel and toys for dogs, was founded because of her passion for animals.
Parton learned the value of sharing her accomplishment with others from her early experiences. She is a businessman and singer in addition to being involved in a number of social and humanitarian organizations and having given millions of dollars to people in need.
In order to collect $13 million for the survivors of the East Tennessee wildfires that devastated Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg in 2016, Parton teamed together with a group of musicians.
At “Smoky Mountains Rise: A Benefit for the My People Fund,” other well-known performers included Chris Stapelton, Kenny Rogers, Lauren Alaina, Alison Krauss, Reba McEntire, Cyndi Lauper, and Chris Young.
Following her niece’s leukemia treatment at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Parton donated $1 million to the Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital in 2017.
Apart from extending monetary support to individuals impacted by natural calamities, Parton made a noteworthy impact on the healthcare industry through her magnanimous financial contributions.
When she gave $1 million to vaccine research in 2020 amid the global COVID-19 pandemic, which affected people all over the world, she made headlines. Her input was useful in developing the Moderna vaccine.
Parton’s unwavering commitment to advancing early childhood literacy is another well-known quality. Each month, she provides over a million youngsters with free books through her nonprofit initiative, Imagination Library.
In order to assist kids in learning to read and write, Parton and Robert Lee established a non-profit organization in 1995, drawing inspiration from her father’s personal experience with illiteracy. Although it began in eastern Tennessee, it has expanded to assist children in all 50 states as well as the District of Columbia.
Other nations, like Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, have also been affected by the literacy initiative. Parton announced at the Library of Congress in 2018 that the initiative has distributed its 100 millionth book.
When the campaign first began, Parton just wanted to support her father and her hometown; she had no idea it would become so popular. She said with joy, “But then it just took its own wings, and I guess it was meant to be.”
Parton was also pleased that her father was quite proud of having contributed something valuable. Before he died in 2000, he had the opportunity to witness the results of their labor.
Her goals for the Imagination Library are also very lofty. She acknowledged having lofty goals and wishing to donate one billion books in her lifetime.
Despite having a difficult upbringing, Parton never lost sight of the value of community and family. She made the most of her riches by giving millions of dollars a year to a range of humanitarian causes, such as health, education, and disaster relief.
Her lowly beginnings instilled in her the virtues of perseverance, hard effort, and the unifying power of music. She also recalls the love, laughter, and happiness that characterized her childhood home and the family who stood by her side no matter what as she reflects on her life.
My Neighbor Begged Me to Interrupt Her Dinner Tonight – I Was Shocked When I Found Out Why
I thought I was just doing my neighbor a favor by interrupting her dinner, but as I watched from the window, everything changed. What I saw that night wasn’t just a family squabble — it was a betrayal that would destroy everything she thought she knew.
You know how people say time flies when you’re not paying attention? That’s exactly how the last five years of my life have felt since I moved into this quiet neighborhood. After my messy divorce, I needed a place where I could just be, somewhere I could settle into my own company.
A woman standing on the front porch of her house | Source: Midjourney
I wasn’t expecting to make close friends, but then Hazel moved in next door with her husband, Sebastian, and things changed. We hit it off almost instantly. She was one of those rare people who made you feel seen and understood — like you could tell her anything.
Our friendship grew quickly, from casual chats over the fence to morning coffee sessions in our kitchens. Sebastian was always there in the background, the kind of guy who never caused any drama. Their marriage seemed perfect, at least on the surface.
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But lately, Hazel wasn’t herself. She’d been more on edge, throwing out cryptic comments about how things were “getting weird” at home, especially with her mother-in-law, Donna.
Hazel said Donna was stirring up drama behind the scenes, spreading lies about her, and making life unnecessarily hard. At first, I thought she was exaggerating. I mean, how bad could it really be, right? I’d met Donna a few times; she seemed like your typical overbearing MIL, but nothing out of the ordinary.
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Then, yesterday, Hazel called me with this strange request. She asked me, out of the blue, to interrupt their family dinner.
“Seven sharp,” she said. No other details, just this urgency in her voice that made me agree without pushing her for more.
I figured maybe she was just trying to escape another awkward family moment. But what happened next… well, let’s just say I wasn’t ready for it.
So, there I was, at 7 p.m., standing at Hazel’s door. I knocked twice before Sebastian answered with his usual warm smile.
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“Addison! What a surprise. Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. But before I could even respond, Hazel came rushing into the hallway, practically shoving past him. Her hand grabbed mine in a tight grip, and I barely had time to process it before she dragged me outside again.
“Hazel,” I whispered urgently, “forget about Donna for a second. Look over there…”
“Hazel, what’s going on?” I asked, my heart racing as she led me across the yard and into my own house. “Why did you just pull me out of there? You need to explain what’s happening.”
A surprised woman standing outside a house | Source: Midjourney
“Just… come with me,” Hazel said, her voice low and trembling. “You’ll see in a second, I promise. We’ve got the perfect view from your upstairs window.”
I followed her, still confused but too curious to refuse. She led me up the stairs and into the guest room, pushing open the door.
We both crouched by the window that overlooked her dining room. The view was perfect, just like she said. I could see straight into her kitchen where Sebastian and Donna were finishing up dinner preparations.
A person in a white dress shirt holding a white ceramic plate with food | Source: Pexels
“What are we doing here, Hazel?” I whispered, my breath shallow. I was nervous, and I didn’t even know why yet.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she pointed toward her MIL. That’s when I saw Donna hovering over the food, glancing around as if she were trying to make sure no one was watching. I leaned closer, my eyes narrowing. Was she sprinkling something into the food?
I turned to Hazel, my mind spinning. “Is she… Is she poisoning the food?” My voice came out in a horrified whisper.
A woman is horrified while looking out the window of her room | Source: Midjourney
Hazel shook her head. “Not poison, but close enough. She’s been sabotaging me for months, Addison. She adds too much salt, burns things on purpose, then sits back and watches as everyone complains about how terrible my cooking is.”
My jaw dropped. “She’s been doing that on purpose? Why?”
“I don’t know,” Hazel admitted, her voice thick with frustration. “She wants to make me look incompetent in front of Sebastian. Every time something goes wrong, it’s like she gets this twisted satisfaction out of it.”
A woman looks frustrated and worried | Source: Midjourney
I was about to say something when a movement from the corner of my eye made my stomach flip. I froze, my eyes widening.
“Hazel,” I whispered urgently, “forget about Donna for a second. Look over there…”
My heart sank as I stared down from the window, barely able to believe what I was seeing. There, just inches apart, were Sebastian and Hazel’s sister, Zoey. His hand brushed against her arm, lingering for far too long. Then, it happened. They kissed. And it wasn’t some accidental, fleeting peck either; it was long, slow, and intentional.
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My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just some misunderstanding. It was betrayal — raw and real. Hazel had been worried about her mother-in-law, Donna, but this? This was something else entirely.
Beside me, Hazel froze, her face draining of color as she processed what was unfolding right in front of her. Her body trembled as if she could barely keep herself together.
“No… no way,” she whispered, her voice shaking, barely above a breath. “Not my sister.”
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I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, her eyes fixed on the scene below. The fury bubbling inside her was almost tangible. I didn’t dare speak.
“This,” she said, her voice barely controlled, “this ends tonight.” Her eyes snapped to me, a fierce determination replacing the initial shock. “I’m not letting this slide. Not any of it.”
She yanked her phone out of her pocket, her fingers trembling as she began to snap photos of the scene: her mother-in-law sneaking around the kitchen and her husband cozying up to Zoey.
An angry woman taking photos of someone with her smartphone | Source: Midjourney
“Hazel, are you sure?” I asked, though I knew it was a pointless question. She was way past SURE.
“Absolutely,” she said, the edge in her voice sharpening. “I’ve put up with too much for too long. They all think I’m blind, that I don’t notice what’s going on around me. Well, tonight, they’re going to learn.”
Without missing a beat, she dialed my number and handed me the phone. “Stay on the line. You’re going to record everything.”
A closeup of a woman holding a smartphone | Source: Pexels
Before I could respond, Hazel stormed downstairs. I watched, my pulse racing, the phone pressed tightly to my ear. Her footsteps were deliberate, each one echoing in the now quiet house.
Sebastian and Zoey froze as she entered the room. Sebastian pulled back from Zoey like a guilty teenager caught sneaking out after curfew, his face turning several shades paler.
“Hazel?” he stammered. “What are you doing here?”
A man forces a fake smile to hide his nervousness | Source: Midjourney
Hazel’s voice was cold, every word coated in controlled anger. “What am I doing here? No, Sebastian. The better question is, what are YOU doing?”
Zoey’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. She opened her mouth, probably to start spewing excuses, but Hazel cut her off.
“Zoey, don’t even try it,” Hazel snapped, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and heartbreak. “You know exactly what I saw.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” Zoey blurted out, taking a step back, her hands shaking as she held them up defensively. “Hazel, I swear, it’s not what you think!”
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“Not what it looks like?” Hazel laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Do you think I’m stupid? I saw it all. Addison saw it all. And before you even think about lying again, you should know—I recorded the whole thing.”
Sebastian’s face turned ghostly white. “Hazel, wait,” he started, stumbling over his words. “It’s… complicated.”
An extremely shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“Complicated?” Hazel’s voice cracked. “You want to talk about complicated? Fine. How about this: your mom’s been tampering with our food for months, making me look like a fool in front of you, in front of your entire family. And now, I walk in here and find you making out with my sister?”
Sebastian opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Just then, Donna rushed in from the kitchen, her face pale, her hands trembling. She must’ve realized she’d been caught too.
“Hazel, dear,” Donna began, her voice shaky, “it’s not what you—”
A middle-aged woman tries to explain herself while talking to someone | Source: Midjourney
Hazel didn’t even look at her. “Don’t,” she warned, her voice low and deadly. “Just don’t. I know exactly what you’ve been doing. Sabotaging my meals, spreading lies about me! What, did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? You’ve been doing this for months.”
Donna’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, but Hazel wasn’t done. “I should’ve known you were in on this too. Trying to make me look like I can’t even manage a meal. What’s the plan, huh? Kick me out of here so Sebastian and Zoey can play house?”
A silhouette of a couple looking at each other | Source: Pexels
“No!” Sebastian blurted out, his hands reaching out as if he could somehow physically stop what was happening. “It’s not like that—Hazel, please, just let me explain.”
But Hazel’s eyes were cold now, with no hint of the woman who had once adored him. “Explain? There’s nothing left to explain. You and I? We’re done.”
Sebastian’s face crumpled. “What do you mean, done?”
A man appears taken aback | Source: Midjourney
Hazel looked him square in the eyes. “I’m filing for divorce. And Zoey?” She turned to her sister, whose tear-streaked face showed nothing but regret. “You are dead to me.”
“Hazel, please,” Zoey begged, her voice breaking, “it wasn’t serious! It just… happened.”
“Just happened?” Hazel’s voice trembled. “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to have my back. But instead, you’re here—throwing yourself at my husband?” Her face hardened, and she let out a deep breath. “I’m done with both of you.”
A woman looks angry and disappointed | Source: Midjourney
The room went silent, the weight of Hazel’s words sinking in. Sebastian looked like he wanted to argue, but he must’ve realized there was no point.
As I listened from the other end of the line, my heart ached for Hazel. The betrayal she had uncovered in a single night was almost unbearable. But there she was, standing tall, reclaiming her strength.
Hazel turned on her heel, leaving them both in stunned silence. She didn’t look back.
That night, Hazel’s house remained quiet and dark, but I knew her world had changed forever.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
She had taken her power back — but the cost was heavy. And as her friend, all I could do was be there for her, to help her pick up the pieces of a life torn apart by betrayal.
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