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On May 2, 1987, thousands of East Tennessee neighbors crowded the streets around the Sevier County Courthouse in Sevierville to unveil a six-and-a-half-foot bronze statue of Dolly Parton paid for through donations from her own hometown community. To create the tribute, local residents turned to artist Jim Gray, a painter known across the Great Smoky Mountains for his watercolors and oils rather than large-scale sculpture. Stepping away from his easel out of shared love for their mountain home, Gray spent more than two thousand hours in his studio shaping clay before the figure was cast in solid bronze. It became one of only three major sculptures he ever completed in his life, alongside the World War I Doughboy memorial in Knoxville and his pioneer monuments on Broadway. Instead of depicting Parton under arena lights in sequined stage gowns, Gray sculpted her as a barefoot mountain girl sitting comfortably on a large rock with an acoustic guitar resting in her lap, just as she used to sit and sing as a child. He worked every small detail into the clay, from her warm smile and cascading curls to her long fingers on the strings and a small butterfly resting nearby. Standing on the courthouse lawn that May afternoon, Parton told her neighbors that out of every award she had received around the world, having the people who raised her place her likeness on the very square where her father once drove his wagon was the greatest honor of her life. Her father, Robert Lee Parton, an illiterate farmer who had worked the county’s hard soil his whole life, stood in the crowd that day watching his daughter honored in front of the county’s most formal building. Parton later shared that she once caught her father slipping out to the courthouse at night in his old pickup truck with a bucket of water and a rag to quietly wash bird droppings off his daughter’s bronze shoulders. When Jim Gray passed away in December 2019 at age eighty-seven, he left behind thousands of paintings, yet the barefoot girl with the guitar on the Sevierville lawn remained his most visited work, still guarded by the pride of a mountain town and a father’s midnight bucket of water.

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In May 1987, East Tennessee residents crowded the streets around the 1895 Sevier County Courthouse in downtown Sevierville to unveil a six-and-a-half-foot bronze statue of Dolly Parton paid for through donations from her hometown neighbors.

The idea had begun two years earlier in 1985, when a local steering committee chaired by Dian Robertson set out to honor the county’s native daughter on the courthouse lawn. Rather than hiring an outside monument company, the committee approached Jim Gray, an artist who had moved from Mobile, Alabama, to the Great Smoky Mountains in 1966 and built a national reputation painting East Tennessee landscapes and mountain people in watercolor and oil.

When Gray accepted the commission, it was his son Chris who suggested portraying Parton not in sequined arena gowns, but sitting barefoot on a large boulder like a rock in a Smoky Mountain stream. Gray first shaped a ten-inch wax-over-metal maquette to present the concept, and once the committee and Parton approved, the singer sat barefoot on a studio stool holding an acoustic guitar so Gray could study her posture and proportions.

To find a natural base for the monument, Gray searched a massive rock pile near the Blalock construction yard in Sevierville until he located a mountain boulder with the right contours. After the stone was positioned, he made a plaster cast of its upper surface and carried the mold back to his South Knoxville studio so the bronze figure would fit the rock’s exact ridges.

Welding an internal skeleton out of steel, Gray packed roughly 300 pounds of clay over the frame and spent more than 2,000 hours sculpting Parton’s cascading curls, rolled-up jeans, fretted fingers, and a small butterfly resting on the guitar. Neighbors constantly stopped by offering to haul clay or lend a hand, though Gray later told the unveiling crowd with a laugh that he insisted on doing every bit of the work himself.

Once the clay figure was finished, it was transported from Knoxville to the Wagner Foundry in Fredericksburg, Virginia, to be cast in bronze before returning to 125 Court Avenue.

At the dedication ceremony, Parton stood beside her father, Robert Lee Parton, and her earliest radio benefactor, Knoxville grocer Cas Walker. Speaking to her neighbors on the square where her father had once driven a mule wagon, she said the statue made her feel that the folks at home were proud of her, which was what she had always wanted.

Her father—who had raised twelve children working as a sharecropper, tobacco farmer, and construction laborer—made sure his famous daughter never let the tribute go to her head. When Parton excitedly asked him what he thought about her having a monument in the courthouse yard like a president, Lee Parton deadpanned that to her fans she might be an idol, “but to them pigeons, you ain’t nothing but another outhouse”.

Only after Lee died in November 2000 at age 79 did one of Parton’s brothers tell her what their father had actually been doing behind that dry mountain humor. Late at night after the courthouse closed, Lee regularly loaded an oil drum of soapy water and a broom into the bed of his pickup truck, drove into downtown Sevierville alone, and scrubbed the pigeon droppings off his daughter’s bronze shoulders.

Though Lee had never had the chance to attend school or learn to read and write, Parton often called him the smartest man she had ever known for his sharp head for numbers, bartering, and hard work. Watching how deeply it embarrassed him not to be able to read inspired her in 1995 to launch the Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library in Sevier County, mailing one free book a month to every local child from birth to age five.

Lee lived long enough to watch his daughter’s hometown book program take root and hear children call her “the Book Lady,” telling her before he passed away that the library was probably the most important thing she had ever done.

Jim Gray went on to cast only two more major public bronzes in his career—the World War I Doughboy monument in Knoxville and the 18-foot *Serenade* on Nashville’s Broadway—before dying in December 2019 at age 87. Out on the Sevierville courthouse lawn, his barefoot girl on the Blalock boulder still faces the street where Lee Parton used to park his truck in the dark with a broom and a drum of soapy water.

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