In the summer of 2003 I had just come aboard the good ship "East Kentucky Broadcasting". I did not know Lucille Smith from the ladies who clean the studios. Maybe it was better that way.
When I was handed the job of engineering "The Personal Touch" I had no idea what I was in for.
(If you listen closely now, you will hear
laughter from Heaven).
But I had heard the stories.... Lucille Smith WAS
Pikeville, she knew everyone who was anyone and what she didn't know....was not worth knowing.....So to say the least I was a bit intimidated by her "rep"......
So we began "our" journey, a journey that Lucy had already been on for 37 1/2 years. Every day rain or shine, hot or cold, in season and out.....she was there at the microphone.
I did not even know how to address her. My parents had raised me never to call anyone older than myself by their first name ( wasn't proper I was told ). So I couldn't call her Lucy...and my moms name was Lucille, so she wasn't getting THAT one either... Mrs Smith???...no that was to formal ( radio people are very informal ). So I came up with Miss Lucy.......and you know what???? She liked it!
And I, like the rest of
Pikeville and Eastern Kentucky....fell in love with Miss Lucy......We had a time she and I every day from 5:00pm to 5:30pm. (actually most afternoons Miss Lucy came in around 4:45 and went over her notes......yep she kept notes on everything.....( sometimes she would lose a note while on the air.............i hear laughter from Heaven again ).
What I came to discover was that Miss Lucy was in fact,
Pikeville Kentuckys very own time capsule.....She chronicled the births, deaths and everything in-
betweens that went on in this lovely place tucked into the mountains.
We actually had more fun off the air than on the air ( radio people are crazy) we sometimes got to "carrying on" and would come back either laughing or late from a commercial....
Lucille Smith taught me the value of every single person.....She touched everyone and made them better for it. To say I will miss her does not begin to fill the void of her absence.
The last time I spoke to her I told her that we were going to have a Christmas toast together....She
responded by reminding me that her doctors would not let her....( she was most disheartened by that rule ).....
Pikeville lost its shining light on November 6
th, 2007. But if you look up in the night sky and strain a bit.....she it still watching over us.....
I love you Lucy.....