Loretta was one of the last of the major artists who came to prominence in the 60's and 70's, when Country Music (and the music business in general) was a smaller entity, and someone who had a good voice and that 'something' could come out of the Kentucky hills, for instance, and work her way into the business. No agents, no band with music degrees, no buses at first.
She was unique in that of her generation, she was one of the few artists that wrote her own hits to a great degree. And the records she wrote (and bear in mind this is in the early 60's when she hit) told a far different woman's story than had ever been spoken out loud, much less made into hit records, in a world still too used to June Cleaver, Betty Crocker, and Harriett Nelson. Her record 'The Pill' (where she therewith proclaimed the playhouse now had a gate on it and mama was gonna get around, instead of being pregnant for years on end) was actually banned by most radio stations (!) until the public pressure reversed their stand. She sang songs that any full-growed-woman instantly identified with. 'Fist City', 'You Ain't Woman Enough', 'Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' cut RIGHT to the chase for a lot of ladies, and her career skyrocketed, yet she was always a very down-to-earth person.
My late mother-in-law was one of those full-growed-women, and when she visited us in Nashville from Florida, she wanted to go see Loretta's home in Hurricane Mills, TN, about an hour away. So we took her, took the tour, and as a surprise, the tickets included Loretta in a rare performance at the site. Then, Tammy Wynette walked and the two of them traded songs and stories for close to two hours, an extremely rare event, and something I'll never forget (Tammy's self-penned 'Until I Can Make It On My Own' is one of my very favorite songs).
She got to talk to them, and it was obvious that while my mother-in-law lacked the jewelry, big hair and gowns, that all three of them were . . . . full-growed women, like they'd been friends forever.
THAT was Loretta.