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On November 11, 2022, days after her Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction, seventy-six-year-old Dolly Parton stood on stage as Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez handed her the Bezos Courage and Civility Award along with an unrestricted 100 million dollars, and her immediate response was to think about how many people in need that money could reach. She had entered the world in a one-room cabin without electricity or running water in Locust Ridge, Tennessee, the fourth of twelve children delivered by a doctor who was paid with a sack of cornmeal. That childhood in the Great Smoky Mountains shaped how she handled the fortune she later built from Dollywood and thousands of songs like “I Will Always Love You” and “Jolene.” Her deepest charitable work began with the quiet shame carried by her father, Robert Lee Parton, a hardworking farmer who could never read or write. In 1995, she launched the Imagination Library in Sevier County to mail free books every month to children from birth to age five, a program that grew to send over two million books monthly around the world and allowed her father, before his passing in 2000, to hear children call his daughter “The Book Lady.” At home in East Tennessee, her 1990s Buddy Program promised cash rewards and her personal attendance at graduation, helping cut Sevier County’s high school dropout rate from over 30 percent down to about 6 percent. When wildfires tore through the region in 2016, her My People Fund gave 10,000 dollars directly to each family who lost a home, and in April 2020 she donated 1 million dollars to Vanderbilt University Medical Center for early Moderna COVID-19 vaccine research. True to her lifelong habit of giving away huge portions of her income before ever becoming a billionaire, Parton placed the entire 100 million dollars into charitable trusts rather than keeping a cent for herself. Soon after the 2022 ceremony, she began directing millions more toward flood relief and pediatric cancer care at Vanderbilt’s Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital, continuing the promise that began with a sack of cornmeal and her father’s memory.

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On November 11, 2022, less than a week after her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, seventy-six-year-old Dolly Parton stood onstage as Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez awarded her the Bezos Courage and Civility Award along with an unrestricted 100-million-dollar grant for charity.

Instead of keeping any portion of the money, Parton placed the entire nine-figure sum into charitable trusts and began distributing grants within months, starting with a 1-million-dollar gift in June 2023 to the Pediatric Infectious Disease Research Program at Vanderbilt University’s Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital in Nashville.

That lifelong instinct to give money back to working families grew out of her childhood in Locust Ridge, Tennessee, where she was born on January 19, 1946, as the fourth of twelve children in a one-room cabin without electricity or running water. The local doctor who delivered her, Dr. Robert F. Thomas, accepted a sack of cornmeal from her father as payment.

Inside that Great Smoky Mountains cabin, the family Bible was the only book on hand. Her father, Robert Lee Parton, worked as a sharecropper and construction laborer to feed twelve children, yet he had never been able to attend school and went through adult life unable to read or write.

In later interviews, Dolly explained that her father possessed a sharp business mind, though he carried a lifelong embarrassment over his inability to read and believed he was too old to learn once he reached adulthood.

After her hits “Jolene” and “I Will Always Love You” and her 1986 investment in the Dollywood theme park brought massive wealth into East Tennessee, she formed the Dollywood Foundation in 1988 to address education in her home county. When Sevier County’s high school dropout rate climbed past 30 percent in the early 1990s, she launched the Buddy Program, inviting classes of seventh- and eighth-graders to Dollywood and promising 500 dollars to every student who graduated if both she and a chosen classmate signed a contract to keep each other in school.

The initiative helped bring the county’s dropout rate down to 6 percent. Seeing that many rural students fell behind before they ever entered a classroom, Parton looked for a way to put books into mountain homes during early childhood while honoring her father.

In 1995, she established Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library in Sevier County. The program mailed one hardcover book each month, free of charge and regardless of family income, directly to every registered child from birth until age five, starting every child with the classic tale *The Little Engine That Could*.

Because the books were addressed in the child’s own name and never had to be returned, a child enrolled at birth entered kindergarten owning a personal shelf of sixty books. Robert Lee Parton helped her select and organize the early local mailings and lived long enough before his death in November 2000 at age 79 to hear neighborhood children call his daughter “The Book Lady.”

In 2000, the year her father passed away, Parton expanded the Imagination Library into a national replication program, followed by launches in Canada in 2006, the United Kingdom in 2007, Australia in 2013, and Ireland in 2019. By 2023, the program had mailed its 200-millionth book, reaching one in seven American children under age five and sending over two million books a month worldwide.

Her disaster and medical giving followed the same direct model. After the November 2016 Chimney Tops 2 wildfires destroyed thousands of structures in Sevier County, her My People Fund distributed 1,000 dollars a month for six months, plus a final 5,000-dollar check, handing 10,000 dollars directly to nearly 900 displaced families. In April 2020, she donated 1 million dollars to Vanderbilt University Medical Center to fund early trials for the Moderna COVID-19 vaccine.

The November 2022 Bezos grant accelerated her philanthropy across her final years. Following her June 2023 pediatric infectious disease gift to Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital, where she had previously endowed a pediatric cancer fund in 2017, she donated 1 million dollars to the Salvation Army in late 2023.

When Hurricane Helene triggered catastrophic flooding across East Tennessee and Southern Appalachia in October 2024, Parton personally donated 1 million dollars to the Mountain Ways Foundation for immediate flood relief and matched it with another 1 million dollars from Dollywood and her regional businesses. She later provided transformational funding to East Tennessee Children’s Hospital in Knoxville, which was renamed the Dolly Parton Children’s Hospital in her honor.

Even after sending more than 300 million free books into children’s mailboxes and giving away hundreds of millions of dollars from the fortune she built after Locust Ridge, the cabin wall at her childhood home replica still kept the memory of the sack of cornmeal her father traded the night she was born.

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Alan Jackson earned millions in Nashville and offered to buy his parents any mansion they wanted, yet his mother chose to stay in the former 12-by-12-foot toolshed where she raised him. Before his songs topped the country charts in the 1990s, Jackson grew up in Newnan, Georgia, with his parents and four sisters: Carol, Cathy, Connie, and Diane. Their home had been built around his grandfather’s old wooden shed, leaving so little room that the family’s only son slept on a twin bed in the hallway so his sisters could have the bedrooms. His father, Joseph Eugene “Daddy Gene” Jackson, worked as a mechanic at a local Ford dealership, while Ruth Musick Jackson stayed home to care for the five children. Money was tight, though neighbors knew “Mama Ruth” for keeping every corner of that crowded house spotless and having hot Southern meals on the table when her husband walked through the door. When fame finally arrived, Alan tried several times to move his parents into a larger, modern home. Ruth turned him down every time, allowing her millionaire son to make only modest repairs and practical updates so she could get around more easily as she aged. After Daddy Gene died at age 72 in 2000, she stayed inside those same walls in Newnan for another 17 years. To her, leaving the small house meant walking away from the rooms that held her husband’s memory and her children’s childhood. Ruth passed away peacefully in her sleep on January 7, 2017, at age 86, inside the exact home she had refused to trade for luxury. How those tight hallway years in Georgia later shaped the specific songs Alan wrote for his parents remains one of the most personal chapters of his career.