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On April 1, 1932, twenty-four-year-old radio singer Gene Autry and twenty-two-year-old education student Ina Mae Spivey were married so quietly in St. Louis, Missouri, that their friends at Chicago’s WLS radio station and the Frisco Railroad laughed it off as an April Fools’ Day prank. Even the bride’s uncle, railroad dispatcher and songwriter Jimmy Long, who had introduced the couple and sung duets with Autry, was caught off guard by how quickly the wedding happened. America was deep in the Great Depression, and Autry had only recently stepped away from his telegraph key on the railroad to try his luck singing on the airwaves. Spivey had been studying at a teachers college in Springfield, Missouri, with a steady career ahead of her, yet she chose to bet her future on a struggling singer with a guitar. There was no lavish reception or honeymoon. Right after signing the marriage certificate, the newlyweds climbed back into an old car and drove toward Chicago so Autry could make his broadcast slot on the National Barn Dance. As Autry rose into Hollywood’s Singing Cowboy and recorded classics like “Back in the Saddle Again” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” Spivey managed their finances and kept him grounded far from the spending habits and short-lived marriages of the movie capital. Though they never had children, the two remained inseparable partners at home and in business, building a media, music, and film empire worth hundreds of millions of dollars while celebrating their anniversary every April Fools’ Day. Their forty-eight-year marriage lasted until Spivey passed away at age seventy on May 19, 1980. For the rest of his ninety-one years, Autry looked back on the 1932 wedding his friends had mistaken for an April Fools’ joke as the truest decision of his life.

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On April 1, 1932, twenty-four-year-old radio singer Gene Autry and twenty-year-old education student Ina Mae Spivey were married so quietly in St. Louis, Missouri, that their friends at Chicago’s WLS radio station and the Frisco Railroad laughed off the announcement as an April Fools’ Day prank.

Before the spring of 1932 was over, the newlyweds moved into a modest Chicago apartment, welcomed Autry’s three younger siblings into their home following his mother’s sudden death, and survived on a thirty-five-dollar weekly radio salary from Sears, Roebuck and Co. while touring small-town Midwestern theaters between Saturday night broadcasts.

Even the bride’s uncle, Frisco Railroad dispatcher and songwriter Jimmy Long, was surprised by how quickly the St. Louis ceremony took place. Long had first invited the young night-shift telegrapher into his family’s homes in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Springfield, Missouri, in the late 1920s so the two men could write songs and practice vocal harmonies.

During those evening rehearsals, the pair cowrote and polished “That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine,” a ballad they recorded in late 1931 that eventually became Autry’s first gold record. While the two railroad workers practiced at the kitchen table, Spivey, a student at Southwest Missouri State Teachers College in Springfield, listened quietly and encouraged Autry to leave the telegraph key behind for a career in music.

By December 1931, the American Record Corporation had sent Autry to Chicago to appear on WLS’s *National Barn Dance* and host a fifteen-minute daytime program called *Conqueror Record Time*. Earning just enough to keep food on the table during the worst years of the Great Depression, he drove south to Missouri at the end of March 1932 to marry Spivey.

There was no money or time for a reception or a honeymoon. Immediately after signing their marriage certificate on April 1, the couple climbed back into Autry’s automobile and drove straight up to Illinois so he would not miss his microphone cue at the Eighth Street Theater in Chicago.

Weeks later, Autry’s mother, Elnora Ozment Autry, died in Oklahoma, and his father drifted away, leaving three teenage children—his sisters Wilma and Veda and his younger brother Dudley—without a home. Twenty-year-old Spivey brought all three teenagers to Chicago to live with them, stretching their small WLS paycheck to cook meals, pay rent, and keep the family together.

To bring in extra cash, Autry booked live appearances at county fairs and rural movie houses within a day’s drive of Chicago, with Spivey riding beside him over rough two-lane roads and handling the ticket box receipts. During that Chicago run, Sears marketed a youth line of Gene Autry “Roundup” guitars in its mail-order catalog, making his name familiar in farmhouses across the Midwest.

In 1934, Hollywood producer Nat Levine saw the singer’s mail response and offered contracts to both Autry and his WLS bandmate, accordionist Smiley Burnette. When Autry hesitated over his lack of acting experience, Spivey urged him to take the gamble, and on July 4, 1934, the couple loaded up their car with Burnette and drove west to California.

Throughout his rise at Republic Pictures into America’s top-grossing Western star—and across recordings like his 1939 signature anthem “Back in the Saddle Again” and his 1949 twenty-five-million-seller “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” a song Spivey personally convinced him to cut—she guarded their earnings carefully. Away from the lavish parties and quick divorces of Hollywood, she oversaw their budgets, reviewed scripts, and helped channel his film income into radio stations, television studios, real estate, and the California Angels baseball franchise.

Though they never had children of their own, the couple celebrated their anniversary every April 1 for forty-eight years until Ina Mae died at age sixty-nine on May 19, 1980, in Palm Springs, California. Until his own death at age ninety-one on October 2, 1998, the billionaire broadcaster and Singing Cowboy looked back on the 1932 St. Louis wedding his friends mistook for an April Fools’ joke as the truest decision of his life.

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