Author, Journalist and Syndicated Columnist

If you are one of the close to 1.5 million readers, be sure to read Randall's cover article
"Making Films in Georgia" in the
January 2010 Georgia Magazine.
It can be found here on the net:
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Randall began an interest in writing while still in high school. He began writing entertainment articles for various publications such as Bluegrass Unlimited, the SEBA Breakdown, Precious Memories magazine, and others.

When his late mother's declining health reduced his ability to tour or pursue acting opportunities, he joined the staff of the News Publishing Co. chronicling the community stories of Northwest Georgia and writing his syndicated column Southern Style and in the process he contributed individually to earning 21 Georgia Press Association awards and one National Press Association award over a seven year period.

In his first year of journalism, the Georgia Press Association awarded him a First Place Feature Photo award for a unique photo of the Bluegrass group The White Oak Mountain Boys. His writing has yielded numerous awards; one among those is W. Trox Bankston Award. He has helped garner two W. G. Sutlive trophies for community service and assisted The Catoosa County News in achieving the General Excellence Award in 2003 and 2004.

Several of Randall's awards recognized his unique approach to feature news photography, possibly reflecting the talents for telling a story he learned from the many legendary television directors he studied with while working with them.
While he is no longer associated with News Publishing, he continues to write his popular column syndicated slice of life and entertainment column“Southern Style” that appears in newspapers from the Carolinas to Texas and available on this website. Many readers equate his folksy style to that of the late columnist Lewis Grizzard. He also continues to write special entertainment features.
Randall embarked on a new facet of his career when he co-authored the award winning “Stirring Up Success with a Southern Flavor” with Shirley Smith, executive director for the Catoosa County Learning Center. Franks gathered over 70 celebrities for the cookbook that incorporates celebrities, center stories and Catoosa County history and photos to assist with the fundraising project for the center. That book yielded the program over $27,000. It's 2009 sequel was “Stirring Up Additional Success with a Southern Flavor” 
In a five year labor of love, he co-authored “Snake Oil, Superstars and Me” with legendary country music and western film star “Doc” Tommy Scott and Shirley Noe Swiesz. The project was released in June 2007. The 700-page autobiography provides a unique look at 90 years of entertainment from the back roads of Georgia to the Grand Ole Opry and Hollywood where Scott was a television pioneer.

He is currently working on two other books expected for release in the coming months.

With his passion for acting and writing, the two of course led to his loves blossoming into scriptwriting under the tutorage of Carroll O’Connor during his time on “In the Heat of the Night,” which yielded him the unique opportunity to co-write the screenplay for the #1 Country song “Wolverton Mountain” with Merle Kilgore. He has written or co-written several screenplays for film and television shows. 

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Randall is inducted into the Independent Country Music Hall of Fame.
http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/4/30/250185/Appalachian-Entertainer-And-Actor.aspx

Randall is honored by SouthEastern Bluegrass Association: http://bluegrassmusicprofiles.com/seba-honors-randall-franks
Randall is featured in the latest edition of Catoosa Life Magazine
December 10/January 11 Page 31
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April/May on page 42.
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Encouragers I: Finding the Light





Seeking to inspire the Encourager in each of us. 
Encouragers I : Finding the Light 
includes 49 stories and 114 photos  highlighting entertainers, actors and everyday folks who shared their light with former network star, entertainer and columnist Randall Franks. The Independent Country Music Hall of Fame member and International Bluegrass Music Museum Legend is best known for his role as “Officer Randy Goode” from TV’s “In the Heat of the Night.” In this first of a three-volume series, Franks highlights the encouraging nature of the people who inspired his early life, such as WSB Barndance stars Cotton and Jane Carrier and Grand Ole Opry star Bashful Brother Oswald; American icon Bob Hope and “Gunsmoke” legend Ken Curtis; country music masters Bill Monroe and Johnny Cash; bluegrass hall of famers Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs and “The Andy Griffith Show” star Doug Dillard; and heralded gospel music performers the Marksmen Quartet, the Lewis Family and Jeff & Sheri Easter. Also included are 149 special Moments in Time photos from Randall’s personal collection and 49 celebrity, family and friend recipes.


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"A Mountain Pearl" follows the adventures of a young, Appalachian girl as she grows up in the secluded valley below the Gravelly Spur Mountain during the Great Depression. She and her family and friends experience the ups and downs of pioneer life in a beautiful valley almost forgotten by time. The stories were inspired by Pearl Franks — late mother of Hall of Fame music legend and actor Randall Franks, who played "Officer Randy Goode" on the television series "In the Heat of the Night." Illustrated by award-winning artist Cathy Cooksey, the collection includes 39 authentic mountain recipes and 55 country funnies sure to bring a laugh.

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     Randall Franks is best known as “Officer Randy Goode” from TV’s
In the Heat of the Night, a role he performed on NBC and CBS from 1988-1993 and now on WGN America. He was part of the cast of Robert Townsend's Musical Theater of Hope on the Gospel Music Channel. In his most recent film GMC movie from April 2013 “Lukewarm” he stars with John Schneider, Nicole Gale Anderson, Bill Cobbs, Jenna von Oy and Jeremy Jones. He starred with Natalie Grant and Billy Dean which aired on GMC and came to DVD in March 2012. The Solomon Bunch in which Randall does a cameo came to national release in Feb. 2013. As an actor, he has co-starred or starred in 15 films. 
    Other films include “Still Ramblin’,” a documentary which appeared in PBS syndication, that he hosted, directed and wrote on the life of country music and western film pioneer “Doc” Tommy Scott; Hallmark Hall of Fame's "The Flamingo Rising" as "Officer Randy Kraft" with William Hurt, “Blue Valley Songbird” with Dolly Parton, “Firebase Nine” as “Capt. Morgan Fairhope,” “Phoenix Falling” as “Todd” with Stella Parton and “Desperate for Love” with Christian Slater as a high school singer.
     The International Bluegrass Music Museum in Owensboro, Ky. honored him as a Bluegrass Legend in 2010 and 2011. He was inducted in 2013 into the Independent Country Music Hall of Fame. Franks’ musical stylings have been heard in 150 countries and by more than 25 million Americans. His musical career boasts 19 album releases, 17 singles, and over 200 recordings with various artists from various genres. The award-winning fiddler’s best selling release, "Handshakes and Smiles" was a top twenty Christian music seller. Many of his albums were among the top 30-bluegrass recordings of their release year. 
      The Atlanta Country Music Hall of Fame member shared a top country vocal collaboration with Grand Ole Opry stars The Whites. In addition to his solo career, Franks is a former member of Bill Monroe's Blue Grass Boys, Jim and Jesse's Virginia Boys and has performed with Jeff and Sheri Easter, The Lewis Family, the Marksmen Quartet, Elaine and Shorty, “Doc” Tommy Scott’s Last Real Old Time Medicine Show and Doodle and the Golden River Grass.
    
Franks shares his time with several non-profit organizations serving as the past president of the Catoosa Citizens for Literacy, which assists area residents in learning to read and pursuing a GED at its Catoosa County Learning Center. He is also president of the Share America Foundation, Inc. that provides the Pearl and Floyd Franks Scholarship to musicians continuing the traditional music of Appalachia. He hosts a monthly concert series at the historic Ringgold Depot which helps fund the scholarships. (Photo: Copyright 2011, Randall Franks Music by Teryl Jackson)



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member Archie Watkins perform
"Amazing Grace."

Randall Franks hosts and directs 
Still Ramblin' plus Trail of the Hawk
The story of Ramblin' "Doc" Tommy Scott
America's Last Real Medicine Showman



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Randall Franks 
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In Our Archives: 
Visits with David Davis, The Watkins Family, The Crowe Brothers, The Marksmen Quartet,  Archie Watkins and Carol Channing








09/17/14

World of Bluegrass is coming

My bluegrass excitement always builds this time of year as I prepare for the coming of the International Bluegrass Music Association’s World of Bluegrass September 30-October 4 in Raleigh, NC.
 

I am returning this year to assist with directing a portion of the award presentations. There is a star-studded line-up for the 25th International Bluegrass Music Awards, to be held on Thursday, October 2 at 7:30 p.m. at North Carolina’s Duke Energy Center for the Performing Arts (Memorial Auditorium).

Performers include all five 2014 Entertainer of the Year nominees: Balsam Range, Blue Highway, Dailey & Vincent, the Gibson Brothers and the Del McCoury Band. Also scheduled to perform is Female Vocalist/Song of the Year nominee Claire Lynch,  Instrumental Group of the Year nominee Frank Solivan & Dirty Kitchen, last year’s Emerging Artist recipient Della Mae, and the Boxcars, leading the pack in 2014 with ten nominations. Awards Show hosts Lee Ann Womack and Jerry Douglas will also perform that evening.  

Members of the original Seldom Scene - Ben Eldridge, Tom Gray and John Starling  - will be part of a special Seldom Scene performance celebrating their induction into the Hall of Fame. Also, Emerging Artist of the Year nominee the Spinney Brothers will give tribute to this year’s other Hall of Fame inductee, bluegrass historian Neil Rosenberg.

There is a star studded list of presenters that will be broadcast live on Sirius XM Satellite Radio (Bluegrass Junction), streamed live by Music City Roots and available at ibma.org and musiccityroots.com.
The Wide Open Bluegrass StreetFest is the free street festival portion of Wide Open Bluegrass on October 3 and 4. The ticketed concerts for both days will take place at Raleigh’s Red Hat Amphitheater and the Raleigh Convention Center.

“If you’ve ever wondered what ‘bluegrass heaven’ would be like, you need to come to Raleigh, North Carolina October 3-4,” said IBMA Executive Director Nancy Cardwell. “You’ll hear some of the best bluegrass music from around the world, played by talented musicians of all ages. There will be banners in the street, barbecue wafting through the air, banjos on every corner, red-hot jamming and dancing, and a smile on every face. In the Raleigh Convention Center we’ll have a fantastic Bluegrass Expo Hall, a Masters Workshop, and celebrity jam sessions, plus all sorts of great music and fun outside at the StreetFest. Get your tickets now and make plans to enjoy every joyous part of the Wide Open Bluegrass festival!”

In addition to the free Wide Open Bluegrass StreetFest, as recently announced, tickets for Red Hat Amphitheater/RCC are limited, and expected to sell out before the performance dates. To purchase tickets for this portion of Wide Open Bluegrass or find out more information, go to ibma.org.


09/10/14


A little funny never hurts

One of my readers said that I needed to share a bit of comedy in my column to raise the spirits of the folks back home. Well I don’t know if I can do that but I’m willing to take aim at it.

One of my favorite places to find funny comments or situations is in church and sometimes the funniest thing you find relates with youngin’s and church thinkin’

I remember a few years ago my nephew asked me if he had a guardian angel. I told him ‘Sure you do. Your guardian angel is always with you.”

“Does he eat with me?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
“Does he sleep with me?”
“Sure,” I said.
“That must have been who kicked me out of bed last night,” he said.



Now I won’t take credit for this next one, it is one I heard from an older feller which will remain nameless:

Do you know where radio was invented?
Where?
The Garden of Eden.
What?
God took Adam’s rib and made the first loudspeaker.
— 
A little known fact about Noah’s Ark:

There were three camels on board.

The first was the camel many people swallow while straining at a gnat.

The second was the camel whose back was broken by the last straw.

And the third was the one who shall pass through the eye of a needle before a rich man enters the kingdom of Heaven.



Farmer Jud and his wife Jeweldine, a childless farm couple prayed to have a child.

As an answer to the prayer, the couple received the blessing of triplets.

The preacher commented as to how their prayers were answered.

Jud said, “Yep, but I never prayed for a bumper crop.”



A lady searched endlessly to find the love of her life with no success so she finally turned to prayer:

“Oh Lord, I am not asking for a thing for myself but please send mother a son-in-law.”

— 

A father asks a prospective son-in law “Can you support my daughter in the manner she is accustom to?”

He replies “ She ain’t gonna move is she?”



I have always heard that bread cast on the water always returns. Bread cast on the water, may return but all the bread we send overseas sure doesn’t.


Laughter has always been an important part of life in our family mainly because of the nature of our ancestors to lean towards being stoic in their approach in life. That approach comes even more naturally to me than laughter does. I am often asked “Why don’t you smile more.” My answer is sometimes “I am smiling on the inside.” Moments of joys and laughter are even more cherished to me. May laughter always fill your days because God does have a sense of humor otherwise, he would have never made someone quite like us, would he?


09/03/14


Did you ever wonder if 1+1 really is 2?

I often wonder what happened to math in America. I know I had my own trouble with it when I was in school. They always wanted you to follow some method of reaching the answer and show how you reached the answer. Even if you got the right answer, if you didn’t go at it the right way you were wrong.

I realize that we were taught these approaches to aid us in developing a sense of reasoning and help us learn to solve problems.

I greatly admire those underpaid, under supported patriots of education, our teachers. I know many of them took their time to help me through some tough subjects. I have seen first hand, as I have spoken to children around the country, teachers going above and beyond to help out a student. So, please do not take what I am about to talk about as a commentary on the ability of teachers.

I went into a grocery store chain with a card. They scan it before ringing up the things you are buying. If you watch those prices closely as they ring items up, this store is frustrating because the register shows the full price and then shows the deduction for their store savings.

After watching all the prices, the tally had overcharged me around one dollar and twelve cents. I then proceeded to customer service where I shared with them my problem.

I had bought six or twelve of one item that was on discount and one other item. Adding the cost up in my head, I told the clerk what it was suppose to be plus whatever the tax was in that county. This figure subtracted from what I paid the cashier would have been the amount of my refund. My next twenty minutes involved two clerks and an assistant manager or a store manager, all took the figures I had given them from my head and repeatedly added them up on their calculator. In the end they gave me a refund of over two dollars.

Despite of my attempts to convince them they didn’t owe me that much, I could not convince them. I even took a piece of paper, wrote the numbers down and added them for them. I finally took the refund and went on my way.  I figure that twenty minutes must be worth that extra little bit.

Unfortunately, what I have just described is a sad trend all across our country. Folks just don’t seem to be able to do basic everyday math problems without the aid of a calculator or cash register. How many times have you walked into a store to buy a candy bar or something, handed the cashier a dollar, and they had difficulty figuring out your change. Now, I’m not saying that we all have to be math geniuses.

My granddad Bill was a farmer most of his life. He went west and was a cowboy in the late 1800’s. If he went to school, it was the school of life. When it came to the math he needed to raise cattle and hogs, grow and sell crops, buy and sell land, in his head he could figure better than most accountants could with a calculator.

When I was little, my parents made sure I could add, subtract, multiply and divide before they even sent me off to first grade. So those are tools I carry with me. These basics at times were a disadvantage to me in those previously mentioned math problems, which required a certain method to be followed. But all in all I owe my parents and teachers a great debt of giving me the basics.


Maybe folks just depend too much upon calculators that are now part of the computers we carry around in our pockets. It is easier. I use them myself, but usually just to double check my own solution when adding a chain of numbers. In recent years, I have found myself doubting my own answers derived from figuring in my head. Not that I’ve been wrong that much, but the calculator is so much easier. And it’s never wrong. Just look how well it worked at that grocery store. If I could just find another 999,999 clerks using calculators like that, I could retire.



08/27/14


A fiddle, a fireplace, and the Grand Master Fiddle

I recently attended my family reunion and was reminded of this story I shared some years ago. Some say it was a coalmine cave-in, while others say it was the fever that took his folks leaving orphans; while others say it was simply a family squabble that placed my great grandfather on the road a young age. Whatever the reason my Grandpa Harve found himself forced to strike out on his own in a time when children were lucky if some relative or caring neighbor took them in.

I don’t know much about his childhood, although I am told his tales of life on the Tennessee River rivaled those of Mark Twain’s “Huckleberry Finn.”


When my dad was a boy, Harve gathered the children around the fireplace and before bed told a story of an orphaned boy named A.J. (his real initials), filled with intrigue of riverboat gamblers and the dangers of riding the rapids on a handmade raft.

By this point in his life Grandpa Harve had become what my late cousin, Reece Franks, called demanding. Of course, Reece often found himself out tending to his horse and buggy after he came in from a visit to the general store where he sat and reminisced with his friends.

For some reason, as Harve became a man the waters of time brought him to Catoosa County where he courted a young girl named Emily Jane Bandy.

Already a talent at the fiddle, he brought the fiddle along while he courted. Although I think Grandma Emmer often thought he spent more time a fiddlin’ than he did a courtin’.

He eventually won her heart and the couple settled into a life of farming and raising children.

The love of music was something he shared with several of his children, teaching the fiddle to his son Tom. Henry took up the banjo, Ethel learned the piano, Jesse played along on the harmonica and the juice harp, while another one of the boys took up guitar.

As the sun lowered itself behind the hills, the clan would often gather in the parlor after supper and play a few tunes like “Turkey in the Straw,” “Leather Britches,” and “Camptown Races.”

Lester and Griff would roll back the rug and, although she’d probably not admit it the next Sunday at the Baptist church, Emmer and Harve danced a jig or two.

Harve had already passed his love of music along when a farming accident injured his left hand, making him unable to play anymore. That was probably one thing that pained him deep within his soul.

Henry’s death would eventually take the strains of the frailing banjo from the group, and as the family grew and the boys and girls married they took their music with them.

As the grandchildren came buzzing around, I know he would have given anything to pick up his old black fiddle and play them a tune but instead Harve entertained them with his stories of a youth making his way into adulthood in the reconstruction-era South.

I wish some of them had written the stories down but, alas, they are lost with time and even the memories that they ever existed are about gone.
It was from my great-uncle Tom, who made his life in Gordon County’s Sugar Valley, that I first heard play the fiddle close-up. He played some of the same licks that his father played before him.

While Grandpa Harve was not there, I could imagine him sitting at the fireplace, his old black fiddle in hand, playing with all his great-grandchildren gathered around him.

While many gather their earthly musical inspiration from the pop icons of this era that parade across the Grammy Award stage, I still draw my strength from family musical roots that run deep into the Appalachian soil.

As I reflect back on the fiddling my ancestors shared, I wonder what Grandpa Harve and Uncle Tom would think to know one of their folks hosts the forty-third annual Grand Master Fiddler Championship on Saturday and Sunday, September 27-28, 2014, at the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum in Nashville, Tennessee. This is an event I competed in as a youth before my day’s guest starring for the Grand Ole Opry and now I am honored to continue in the tradition led by Roy Acuff and Porter Wagoner before me as celebrity host. The program is included in museum admission. For more information about competing, visit www.grandmasterfiddler.com.





08/20/14

When the rain wouldn’t come

As the water trickled down the rocks of Frog Leg Creek, the girls and boys gathered at its bank dangling their feet in the cold waters.

Summer days always meant early rising and chores finished before the heat of the day scorched the back of the neck. Often the children were free to find other summer diversions like swimming in Wilson’s Pond or cooling their toes along the Frog Leg.

There along the banks were the red-headed Scaley Wilson, he was called that because he shed his skin a lot sort of like a snake but in smaller pieces, the almost-always-mean Matilda Morris, who was generally to good to play with the other children because her folks didn’t want her to mess up her store-bought clothes, Jump Jemison, who could climb high up in the old oak tree beside the creek and hit the swimming hole every time and Pearl, who generally sat and played with her doll Maggie given her by the Rev. Smathers.

On this hot day much of the valley below the Gravelly Spur had succumbed to a drought and the fields and hillsides just weeks before green and teaming with life were brown. All of the farmers worked hard to irrigate their crops from the creek so not to lose them completely but the fields of the farms nearest the water were the only ones holding on despite all of the farmers banding together to haul barrels of water to the outer most farms in the valley on wagons.

The next greatest adult fear was that the wells might begin to dry up in the valley but this did not phase the effervescent play of the children around the swimming hole as they simply tried to wash away the heat with a little fun.

But even the kids noticed that the things were harder, their parent’s faces were not breaking with even the occasional smile.

Pearl had overheard her parents Bill and Kitty talking the night before about the Jemison's maybe pulling up stakes and leaving in hopes of making it somewhere else.

She didn’t mention it to Jump at first thinking he might not know. She had always liked Jump because he was full of life. He was the type of person who could find adventure in any situation and make even the most mundane task fun.

The kids often found themselves following behind him as if he was the pied piper to some mysterious location on the mountain where he concocted some tale of buried treasure left by pirates, an old Indian ceremonial ground filled with spirits, or just some game which could test the patience of any parent if they actually saw what the children were doing.

Pearl was saddened with the thought of Jump leaving and as she sat there retying the bow around Maggie’s neck she decided it was time the kids do something about it.

She stood up and called them all closer and said, “Jump, I hear you might leave us.”

“Yeah, if we don’t get rain soon, Pa says we will lose the crop and we’d have to move on,” he said.

“Well instead of playing in this water why don’t we spend this time trying to get some water to Jump’s farm to see if we can keep him here,” Pearl said.

“That’s a great idea,” Scaley said. “But how do we do it?”

“Well Dad has an irrigation ditch that runs from the creek to Scaley’s farm, that connects to one on Matilda’s farm, the problem is that Jump’s farm is uphill from there so what can we do?” Pearl asked.

It was Jump that had the idea. “What if we build a water wheel with buckets that puts the water higher so it runs down onto the farm. We could use the mules to turn it sort of like a cane press.”

It didn’t take much convincing before the group started enlisting every kid in the valley, scrounging buckets, looking for planks and nails, and cutting cane poles to put together a water wheel. Old man Johnson wondered for years where those big planks from the side of his abandoned barn went.

They didn’t even tell the parents what they were doing; they just spent all their time away from chores working on the project until about a week and a half later they had finished and borrowed Grandpa Bill’s mule Rawel to see if it would work.

As Rawel began going round and round the buckets turned filling with water from the irrigation ditch pouring into the elevated wooden ditch they built sending the water into a new earthen ditch they dug onto the highest portion of the Jemison field. The water began to flow down the ditch and slowly moved across the rows of corn down the hillside.

As the water flowed the children screamed in elation. You may wonder where Jump’s father had been all the time the kids were building this mechanism, he went ahead to visit with some relatives and see if there was a new place for the family with them in the west but as the kids were carrying on, he rode up on his chestnut mare, Elihue.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

Jump came forward telling his father what all the neighbor’s children had done to make the water flow on their crops.

He put his arm around the shoulder of his son as the others gathered round and they watched their contraption turn around and around as the water kept flowing giving the corn a new life to fill the Jemison family with a new hope and the valley with a glow of success that was shared with the other hillside farmers as the men and children worked to keep all the crops from floundering in the heat.

It is amazing what can come even from the minds of a child when sometimes simplicity is the best approach to solving a problem, that is what the people of the Gravelly Spur found the summer that the rain forgot to come and they held on to a Frog Leg for dear life.

08/13/14

The ferris wheel

As I held tightly to my mother’s right hand, I gripped the striped-red string that held my blue, green and yellow balloon we bought from the bright-colored clown. I knew if I didn’t hold on to both with all my might they might get lost amidst the crowd moving between the fair rides. I never saw so many people bumping into each other in my life. It was wall-to-wall people.

We waited in line to get a chance to ride the huge, white, wooden roller coaster. Burt Reynolds years later blew it up in one of his movies, but today it was one of the biggest rides I had ever seen, and I want to tell you I was a little scared and excited at a chance to ride it.

I was not sure if my stomach would keep down the combination of cotton candy, popcorn and hot dogs that had been the diet I pleaded for from my parents. Only a candied apple remained on my list of items I just had to have.

My mother told me I had to wait.

I watched as Dad pointed the gun at the ducks, knocking duck after duck down. He was a very good shot. Then I watched my mom take a turn, and she out-shot him. My dad helped me hold the gun and use one of his turns. I was so excited when I hit the bell. I am sure my dad played a big part in guiding the aim of my intentions.

We walked away with an arm full of odds and ends as prizes. I am sure they were glad to see us move on to the game where you try to get the rings on the bottles. We did not do as well at that.

There were judgings for pies, preserves and all kinds of foods. We moved from building to building, where farmers young and old brought their best livestock hoping to score a blue or red ribbon.

Throughout our visit to the Southeastern Exposition at the Lakewood Fairgrounds near Atlanta, Ga., I knew one thing — whatever we did, we had to wait. Patience for a four-year-old like me was not something that came easy. I gave it my best shot, but I am sure there was some squirming and squealing involved.

Of all the experiences at my first visit to a fair, it was the bright colors of the rides, the musical sounds and all the people smiling that stick most in my memory.
Over the years as an entertainer, I have been to many fairs, but for some reason in my mind none of them ever quite measure up to my first one.

Throughout my youth, I was a regular rider of the rides that spin you around faster and faster. I remember getting on one of those rides 18 times in a row. For some reason in my late teens my constitution changed. After my date and I got off the short ride on a large ferris wheel, lets say that cotton candy, hot dogs and popcorn I ate when I was four finally caught up with me. Since then, I have not been able to enjoy many rides, but I still enjoy the sights and sounds.

Although we are many weeks away from the fair season in my region, there is something about the heat of August that pulls me to those childhood fair memories; perhaps it’s the thought of a tall cool glass or fresh squeezed lemonade.

Whatever brings you a breath of fresh air, I hope my little trek down the midway helps you find it.


08/06/14


A mountain music camp adventure
 
Happy birthday to you... Last week that melody played over and over in my head as I began teaching some talented youth how to play the fiddle. While I have not taught in years, my friend Mark Wheeler of the three-time Dove award nominees - Marksmen Quartet asked me to help with his annual Marksmen Mountain Music Camp near Dahlonega, Ga. where children have the opportunity to get their feet wet playing a string instruments of their choice – guitar, mandolin, bass, fiddle, banjo or piano - or furthering the skills they already have by playing with seasoned professional musicians who work to inspire the musician within.

The youth also learn to read and sing to shape notes, take voice classes and learn about the tools used in playing such as tablature, music and the Nashville number system.

When you face a class of youth at different ages with varying levels of skill from never to wanting to move to the next challenging step in their growth, it can be a daunting task but Mark assembled an able group of instructors. Among them were Edgar Loudermilk, Sarah Ward, Brent Barber, and Clint and Donna Kerns and current and former members of the Hall of Fame Marksmen – Earle Wheeler, Darrin Chambers, Aaron Johnson, and Keith Chambers.

You might wonder what inspired me to tell you about this adventure, well plain and simple, I had a ball. I had forgotten how rewarding it is to see the light bulb come on in the eyes of a youth as they succeed in a musical task and proudly show someone what they have learned.

It gave me even greater respect for the talents and patience of Dr. Donald Grisier, who started me how to play in elementary school.

When I taught in years past it was one student at a time - not in a class setting, which gives me greater appreciation for skills Dr.Grisier had to employ to keep us focused and learning.

Schools seldom focus on the traditional instruments of the Appalachia and the Ozarks, and the convention style of singing with hymnbooks is disappearing from church pews, so youth are not being exposed and taught how to sing.

While the art thrives in some circles, thousands of American youth are no longer getting the exposure to America’s musical roots at the critical point in their lives when the greatest learning occurs.

Instead they see the song’s words projected on the wall and often hear music played from recorded tracks rather than by a live musician. Of course, the music is different as well and likely reflects what current pop and contemporary artists are doing.

While this is also a viable form of music that youth could pursue, even that is out of reach to many because the tools to learn it are not being fostered within the church, school and home.

I want to encourage you if you have a musical talent, share it with it with the youth in your community. If you are a church, consider hosting a special camp like the Marksmen do. Otherwise, for those of us who do wish to continue traditions from our music, where will the church pianists and organists come from or the person that plays the rhythm on the guitar, mandolin or bass.

I am sure that if this is a desire of your congregation’s heart, the Marksmen would be open to work with you in your area to encourage. For more information, visit http://www.mmmcamp.com/ or like the Marksmen Mountain Music Camp on Facebook.

When the youth reach graduation and go off to college, do not forget my Share America Foundation from which they can apply and if chosen could receive the Pearl and Floyd Franks Scholarship for their work to continue the traditional music of Appalachia.

Visit www.shareamericafoundation.org for more information or to donate.

Now let’s see the next tune is “Oh, Little Liza, Little Liza Jane....”


The Marksmen Quartet and instructor Brent Barber (second from left) lead youth attending their Mountain Music Camp in a performance in Murrayville, Ga.


07/30/14

Encourage one another

When one spends some time reviewing the sum of one’s life, one will find that there are many along the path that helps to propel an individual in one direction or another.

Over the last few years I have spent a great deal of time reflecting on those who have made an effort in my life from childhood and into adulthood.

From those who made what seemed to be the most insignificant comment to those who have opened the doors to stardom in the eyes of the world.

For me it has been an amazing journey of reflection. I had someone who was what we might call very spirit aware once tell me that I have many people traveling with me.

While I do not subscribe to that belief in spirits traveling with me, I do think that we build our lives upon those who came before in our family and those who invest in our efforts as we pass through our three score and ten.

I see them in my life as Encouragers and in my time of reflection I have compiled stories about the key people whose lives inspired me and who changed my life through their words or deeds.

When I was finished my review, I was amazed to find the number of stories I compiled with around 150 key figures in television, film, music and everyday life who helped to create the momentum that became my existence.

As I prepared this for a book, it became apparent that the tome was too voluminous for one book and through the advice of a publisher my new book series – Encouragers – was born.  

The first of the series “Encouragers I: Finding the Light” released this month worldwide from Peach Picked Publishing shares 49 stories of actors, musicians and everyday folks who played a role in his early life.

The first volume of the series highlights performers such as WSB Barndance stars Cotton and Jane Carrier and Grand Ole Opry star Bashful Brother Oswald; American icon Bob Hope and “Gunsmoke” legend Ken Curtis; country music masters Bill Monroe and Johnny Cash; bluegrass hall of famers Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs and “The Andy Griffith Show” star Doug Dillard; and heralded gospel music performers the Marksmen Quartet, the Lewis Family and Jeff & Sheri Easter.

You might ask, “What makes your perspective on this individuals unique?” I am simply looking at their encouraging nature in my life and the impact they had. I hope these stories inspire others to share the same spirit of encouragement with the people that they encounter.

If we spent our lives encouraging one another, how amazing our world would be. I think we would see the solutions to endless problems, endless heartache, endless struggle solved simply by the change in daily attitudes by each and every individual.

God blessed me with so many opportunities allowing me to perform for millions around the world, appear for the Grand Ole Opry and star on two American television networks.
Those doors were opened to me because people from all walks of life took the time to encourage me from young age. Even when there was no indication of what my talents would be and where they could lead, encouragers were already sharing their light with me.

Because God put these people in my life, I have shared my gifts to over 145 million people around the world. I could have never imagined that as a boy. I can barely imagine it as an adult as I look back on three TV series including my role as “Officer Randy Goode” from the TV series “In the Heat of the Night,” and 14 films as well as appearances at major country, folk, bluegrass and gospel events such as Country Music Association Fan Fair, National Folk Festival, National Quartet Convention, National Black Arts Festival and for the Grand Ole Opry.

This 364-page book includes over 260 photos including 149 special Moments in Time photos featuring over 100 stars from Garth Brooks to Marty Stuart, Loretta Lynn to Alison Krauss from Randall’s personal collection and 49 celebrity, family and friend recipes.

“Encouragers I : Finding the Light” is available above for $25 including postage and handling or by mail at Randall Franks, P.O. Box 42, Tunnel Hill, Ga. 30755 and through book outlets around the world.  Fans may also like the series on and learn more on the Encouragers I, II and III Facebook page.


Randall signs a book for avid reader Kathy Liner at a recent book signing in Ringgold, Ga. 

07/23/14

Should we throw out the baby with the bath water?

As an election season drags on, there always reaches a point of shear commercial overload.

For me, it’s just about now despite we are not even in the thick of it yet. I have heard enough from the candidates and just wish they would go away and let me alone for a while.
My decision is already made and I hope the rest of voters see it my way. I know whom I am going to vote for among the current crop of national, state and local candidates.

Without a John Wayne riding in to save the day, there is little hope of changing the way I think.

Can one of this crop of candidates really orchestrate a different way of doing things in America?

Can they put America on a sound path at home?

No matter which candidate you vote for and whichever one dons the hat of celebration on election night, when the confetti settles and the noisemakers stop making noise someone needs to go to work in building an America of which we can be proud.

There are people in this country who are facing the toughest economic times in their life, yet the media is constantly telling us things are getting better.
As an optimist, I will say that I always look for the good in everything, and you can always find something better upon which to direct your attention.

Unfortunately, at the same time you cannot look away from Americans who cannot support their families from lack of good paying jobs because of outsourcing, Americans who do not have a roof over their heads because of rising housing costs, Americans who cannot put food on the table or provide health care insurance for their families because the jobs now available do not pay enough or provide coverage.

You cannot overlook the thousands of Americans that we lose each day to a world of drugs as they look for escape from a world in which they cannot cope and find peace of mind.

You cannot overlook religious rights being torn from Americans by the courts and uninformed bureaucrats just for the sake of secular humanism.

You cannot overlook the decline of moral character in some members of the current generation as exhibited endlessly in social media.

You cannot overlook the people who live in terror in their own homes and neighborhoods as gangs or criminal elements threaten, coerce and steal their sanity, their belongings and sometimes the lives of their family members.

You cannot overlook the fact that our country is lagging behind other industrialized nations in education. Our students spend more time in their lives concentrating on Fun 101 than the studies that teachers desperately try to get them to pursue.
You cannot overlook the stream of children flooding across our Southern border placing our non-profits, local, state and federal government representatives across the region into an overload that will likely buckle the most compassionate nation on earth.

I really think the educated of our great-grandparents’ generation would laugh at what our government expects our schools to teach as the basic elements of education.
This is a short list of things I want to see elected officials really do something about.

As a nation, we have become the protectors of the world. Looking out for our fellow man is an admirable endeavor that I support wholeheartedly.

However, if our ship is sinking from neglect as we try to save the rest of world, as our country takes its last breaths before going under, I doubt if any of them will be stretching out their arms to try to save us.

For America to help the rest of the world, our people have to be safe, housed, fed, gainfully employed, and protected from homeland gang terrorists and criminals. Our people need to be able to stand on their own two feet and give freely the abundance that God gives us to share with the rest of the world not have it ripped from our pocketbooks and shipped overseas on political whims.

Is it possible for one of those running this fall to bring America back on solid ground and give America the hope it needs to lead the world?

Yes, if they really desire to do it, they can. But there has to be a true desire to remember we are Americans first. That means something. At least it once did. I hope it still does.
Should we throw America out with the bath water just because we are tired of the campaigns? No!

What we should do is throw out the candidates that don’t have America’s best interest at heart by voting in November. If there isn’t a candidate that you believe can make the difference that you can, maybe next time around you should hit the campaign trail.



07/16/14 

Some flour, a broom and a lesson on being needed
 
As I look down at the flour on the floor and the straw of the broom as it meets the floor at the edge of heap, I swiftly move it through the white powder. In the motion, my mind sweeps over my memories and I find myself standing beside the table in my boyhood home.  

My Grandma Kitty is standing at the end of the broom sweeping flour that I had managed to spill as we were preparing biscuits and getting ready to bake a batch of cookies.

“We don’t have to mention this to anyone,” she said. “This will be our little secret.”

She moves the flour into the dustpan and she taps it on the edge of the trashcan.

“Where were we?” she said. “Yes, we need some lard to add to the flour.”

“Will Crisco do?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said.

I grabbed it from the cupboard beneath the phone behind the kitchen door and sat it on the table next to her.

So with her hands she worked up the biscuits dough and patted out the biscuits placing them on the baking sheet.

“Now, that’s done and we can concentrate on the  cookies for this afternoon,” she said.

Mother was hosting the neighborhood ladies and some friends for tea.
Grandma Kitty was making the only visit she ever made to our home. She had been sick dealing with a heart problem and had left the mountains to convalesce at our home.

Despite the fact, she had never lived in the city, she was thriving and enjoying the opportunity to participate in all the activities that kept our home hopping when I was a boy and my parents were in full swing with their work and volunteering in the community.

She found some new friends with our elderly neighbors and in just a short time, she and my Aunt Norma Jean were changing their routines once centered on the farm, the chickens, the cows, and the garden, to having the opportunity to go and do anything they wanted in the city.

After quite a while of rest, she still found comfort in being able to do. I think no matter what afflicts us, how old we are, or what challenges we face, we need the ability to give and feel useful in our talents.

Grandma Kitty had ran a farmhouse from her mid teens to he mid seventies, she could do it in her sleep, and though she had slowed, she still wanted to contribute even though she was in her daughter’s home.

Aunt Norma Jean was mentally retarded from childhood and never lived outside of home while my grandparents were living. Though she faced many challenges, she was able to learn many functional tasks of working around the farm and numerous games that the children enjoyed playing along with her. During the visit to our home, she joined right in around the house helping to take some of the worries of day-to-day cleaning off mom and helping with anything needed for Grandma. She was excited like  I was in the new activities we chose to fill the days and meeting new people who rotated in and out of our lives on a daily basis.

As Grandma Kitty improved, she took the reins of a few activities in the kitchen, which brought her to this adventure in my memory. Between the mixing and the spilling flour, I found my Grandma in a way I had not before. I found a smile that was seldom seen in the stoic face of the Appalachian woman I knew. The burdens of the farm lifted off her back and her domain rather than endless acres were simply a 12 by 12 kitchen.

I don’t remember how long she stayed with us. Somewhere around a month, as best I recall, but eventually our time together would end and she would return to the farm. Though there were discussions of them coming to live with us permanently, the input of mother’s other siblings prevailed and that would not happen.

The day she left, that was a sad day for me, I loved having she and Norma Jean with us and as I look back, I think they both thrived and seemed so happy. While I learned so much in my times with them on the farm, I will never forget these moments of sharing our lives with them when as we baked my grandmother taught me how important it is to feel you contribute to the world each and every day.

Have you made your contribution today? Have your helped someone in your life feel useful and needed? Don’t miss a chance to uplift the life of someone you love! 


ut these jeans? Now I just bought those, I knew they were a little snug but I never realized washing them in cold water would make them shrink this way.

It has to be the laundry detergent I have been using.

Well I’ll keep looking; I am going to find something in this closet that fits.

Now that’s the ticket - sweats. But maybe not for a business casual event, it may be a little too casual. At least they do go all the way around without having to button or hook.

Maybe that’s the way all pants should be. You put them on and they conform to your size. Just hit a button on the side and they fit perfectly.

Of course that would put the belt and suspender companies out of business. They probably have a pretty strong lobby that would kill any innovation like that.

I imagine the shelf lobby would come out against them too. All the stores wouldn’t have to stock all the different sizes – one size fits all.

I guess there must be something in here that I could wear. Here we go, these fit perfectly, if I was just two inches shorter. How did I get pants that look like I need to wear them in a flood? They must be left over when I thought I was shorter or it’s that detergent again.

Well, let’s look for a shirt and maybe a sweater to wear, the pants will work themselves out.

OK. Have you ever noticed how most sweaters that folks tend to give you really are sort of ugly? The ones I have, I bought, and they are not much better. I guess I won’t wear a sweater.

Shirts, that’s easy. OK, Hmm. The points of the collar are blown on this one, and this one has that stain from the spaghetti I ate on tour earlier this year. This one looks good. There’s a tear. Where did that come from? Finally, this one will work, button down, neat, but why does it have to be such a terrible color of pumpkin. I must have got this as a present. I would have never bought this.

I’ll choose a shirt later. Let’s shine up my dress shoes. Hmm. These soles are starting to wear pretty thin. What is this thread sticking out? Don’t pull the thread. I said, ‘Don’t pull the thread.’ No!! I just couldn’t help myself. I pulled the thread. Who needs two shoes with soles any way? One will do. I can just polish up the tops and I am sure no one will notice there is no bottom to it especially if I wear black socks that match.

OK. Let’s see, where am I. I have no pants that will fit. Sweaters that only someone would wear to an ugly sweater contest, a shirt only a jack-o-lantern would love and two shiny shoes, one with no sole. It looks like I am almost ready to go – shopping.

Or at least ready to make a new year’s resolution that will get me back into the pants I use to wear and buy a pair of shades dark enough that the sweaters and the pumpkin colored shirt won’t bother me anymore. I do think I will get a new pair of shoes though, that ground outside sure is cold on that foot. Happy New Year everyone! I hope you keep all your resolutions and find 2014 to be the greatest year you have ever known.


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