
In 1939, six-year-old Harold Lloyd Jenkins sat inside the cramped pilothouse of a Mississippi River ferry, learning his first guitar chords from his father between daily crossings.
Four years after those first lessons on the water, the ten-year-old boy stepped onto the Arkansas mainland in Helena, organized a neighborhood country outfit called the Phillips County Ramblers, and soon hosted his own Saturday morning radio show on local station KFFA.
Long before the world knew him as Conway Twitty, Harold was born on September 1, 1933, in Friars Point, a small river town in Coahoma County, Mississippi. His father, Floyd Dalton Jenkins, worked as a ferryboat captain piloting passengers, farm wagons, and freight across the wide Mississippi current between Friars Point and Helena, Arkansas.
Through the lean economic years at the end of the Great Depression, Floyd regularly brought his young son aboard to keep an eye on him during long shifts. Inside the narrow cabin, the boy listened to the drone of the ferry engine and watched his father guide the vessel through shifting sandbars and river traffic.
Noticing how closely Harold listened to the Grand Ole Opry broadcasts that crackled through the family radio on Saturday nights, Floyd bought him a Sears Roebuck acoustic guitar when the boy was five or six. The body of the instrument was nearly too large for Harold to reach around, and his small fingers had to press down hard against the high steel strings while his father stood at the wheel and showed him basic chord shapes.
Between crossings, that sun-warmed pilothouse served as the boy’s first rehearsal room, with Floyd acting as his patient teacher and first audience. Docking each day on the Arkansas side also brought young Harold into direct contact with the musical crossroads of the Delta.
Along the streets of Helena, he heard acoustic Delta blues musicians playing on sidewalks and front porches, while his maternal grandfather slowed down his phrasing with traditional country and gospel melodies. That combination of blues timing and country storytelling shaped the vocal delivery he would carry into recording studios decades later.
In 1943, when Harold was ten, the Jenkins family packed up and moved permanently across the river to Helena in Phillips County, Arkansas. With four years of steady ferryboat practice behind him, the boy wasted little time finding other young players in town and putting together his first band, the Phillips County Ramblers.
Within two years, twelve-year-old Harold and his bandmates had earned a regular Saturday morning slot on Helena radio station KFFA, the same local powerhouse that broadcast Sonny Boy Williamson’s famed blues program, King Biscuit Time. Hearing both live bluesmen in the studio hallways and Roy Acuff records over the airwaves, the teenager learned how to work a microphone before he finished high school.
Even as his music grew, Harold excelled on the baseball diamond and drew a contract offer from the Philadelphia Phillies after graduation. Instead, the U.S. Army drafted him during the Korean War era and stationed him in Japan, where he formed a service band called the Cimarrons to entertain fellow troops.
Returning home in 1956, he took the stage name Conway Twitty from Conway, Arkansas, and Twitty, Texas, recording at Sun Studio in Memphis before scoring a massive 1958 pop number-one with “It’s Only Make Believe.” Yet Floyd Jenkins always favored traditional country music, and in 1965 his son walked away from rock-and-roll paychecks to pursue a full-time country career in Nashville.
After years of skepticism from country radio programmers, Twitty finally reached number one on the country charts with “Next in Line” in November 1968. Eleven months later, on October 1, 1969, Floyd died suddenly in Mississippi at age fifty-five, just weeks before his son recorded his signature hit, “Hello Darlin'”.
Over the next two decades, as Twitty amassed forty Billboard number-one country hits and sang to packed arenas across North America, he still described his childhood along the Mississippi River as a Huckleberry Finn life, anchored by the memory of his father’s steady hand on the ferry wheel beside a six-year-old boy struggling to chord an oversized guitar.