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A few days after Patsy Cline’s funeral in March 1963, Loretta Lynn sat on the stairs leading down to the den inside Patsy’s dream home in Goodlettsville, Tennessee, and poured her grief into a song called “This Haunted House” in about twenty minutes. Their bond had begun in June 1961 after Patsy survived a severe car crash in Nashville. Loretta, then a shy newcomer at the Grand Ole Opry, dedicated a performance of “I Fall to Pieces” to her on WSM radio, moving Patsy to send her husband, Charlie Dick, to bring Loretta to her hospital room. At a time when veteran female singers looked down on Loretta’s homemade clothes, Patsy opened her own closet to give her stage dresses, a fur coat, and even undergarments. She taught the coal miner’s daughter how to fix her hair and makeup, carry herself in public, stand up to promoters for fair pay, and navigate a rough marriage with her husband, Doolittle. Days before leaving for a benefit show in Kansas City, Patsy told Loretta and friends she felt her time was running short and asked them to look after her children if anything happened. On March 5, 1963, a Piper Comanche carrying the thirty-year-old singer, Cowboy Copas, Hawkshaw Hawkins, and pilot Randy Hughes went down in bad weather near Camden, Tennessee. When Loretta and Doolittle visited the Goodlettsville house afterward to comfort Charlie, Patsy’s curtains, furniture, and familiar perfume still filled the rooms she had barely lived in, while four-year-old Julie and two-year-old Randy wandered through a loss they were too young to grasp. Produced by Patsy’s longtime producer Owen Bradley and released in the fall of 1964, “This Haunted House” became the first of many tributes from Loretta, who went on to record the 1977 album “I Remember Patsy” and publish a memoir about their friendship in 2020 near age ninety, still calling Patsy the closest female friend of her life.

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On February 26, 1964, inside Nashville’s Columbia Recording Studio on 16th Avenue South, Decca producer Owen Bradley sat behind the control board as Loretta Lynn recorded “This Haunted House,” a tribute to Patsy Cline written almost a year earlier.

Bradley had produced Cline’s defining records from 1957 until her death on March 5, 1963, and he had signed Lynn to Decca in 1961 after hearing her early radio appearances. For nearly a year after the plane crash near Camden, Tennessee, neither the producer nor the young singer had brought a direct song about Patsy into the studio.

Lynn had written the song days after Cline’s funeral while visiting widower Charlie Dick at the brick home Patsy had recently bought on Nella Drive in Goodlettsville, Tennessee. As Doolittle Lynn and Charlie talked in another room and Patsy’s young children, four-year-old Julie and two-year-old Randy, walked through the house, Loretta sat on the steps leading down to the den and finished the song in twenty minutes.

Every room still held the custom gold-threaded draperies Patsy had hung, the furniture she had picked out, and the scent of her perfume. Rather than naming her friend in the verses, Loretta framed the song from Charlie’s point of view, describing a widower living among the belongings of a spouse who was never coming back.

Their two-year bond had started in June 1961 when Cline was hospitalized at Nashville’s Madison Sanitarium and Hospital after a head-on car wreck. Hearing Loretta dedicate a live performance of “I Fall to Pieces” to her on WSM’s *Midnight Jamboree*, Patsy sent Charlie to bring the twenty-nine-year-old newcomer to her hospital room.

Once Patsy recovered, she invited Loretta and Doolittle to dinner and brought Loretta along to her August 1961 comeback session with Owen Bradley at the Quonset Hut studio. Sitting in the studio, Loretta watched Bradley send a sore, exhausted Patsy home to rest her bruised ribs while the Jordanaires and session players laid down the backing track for “Crazy,” allowing Patsy to return days later and nail the vocal in a single take.

Outside the studio, Cline stepped in whenever older women on the Grand Ole Opry circuit mocked Loretta’s homemade clothes and Butcher Hollow accent. Patsy gave Loretta dresses, coats, curtains for her house, and undergarments from her own closet, showed her how to style her hair and shave her legs, and taught her how to drive a car.

On the road, Patsy insisted that promoters pay Loretta upfront before walking onstage and advised her on how to stand her ground during arguments with Doolittle. Days before flying to Kansas City for a March 1963 benefit concert, Patsy offered Loretta seventy dollars to join the bill and fly on manager Randy Hughes’s single-engine Piper Comanche, an invitation Loretta had to turn down because of a prior booking in Memphis.

When Lynn finally brought “This Haunted House” to Owen Bradley in February 1964, he paired it as the B-side to her up-tempo single “Wine, Women and Song” and included it on her second studio album, *Before I’m Over You*. With Bradley guiding her phrasing in the studio just as he had guided Cline’s, Lynn soon shifted from imitating her idol Kitty Wells to writing assertive, hard-hitting songs like “You Ain’t Woman Enough (To Take My Man)” that carried Patsy’s fearless attitude.

Five months after cutting “This Haunted House,” on August 6, 1964, Loretta gave birth to twin daughters and named them Peggy Jean and Patsy Eileen in memory of her mentor.

Over a decade later, between June 1975 and December 1976, Lynn and Bradley reunited at Bradley’s Barn in Mount Juliet, Tennessee, to record the 1977 tribute album *I Remember Patsy*. The record reached Number 2 on the country albums chart, sent Loretta’s version of “She’s Got You” to Number 1, and closed with a recorded conversation between Loretta and Bradley reminiscing about their friend.

In April 2020, two years before her own death at age ninety, Loretta published the memoir *Me & Patsy Kickin’ Up Dust* alongside her daughter Patsy Lynn Russell, recounting how she still caught herself talking to Cline on her tour bus fifty-seven years after sitting on those Goodlettsville stairs.

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