By Premiumkosova 
Dolly Parton had just arrived in Nashville in 1964, an 18-year-old dreamer ready to make it big in country music. She barely had time to settle in before fate intervened in the most unexpected place—a Wishy Washy laundromat.
Carl Dean, a Nashville native, happened to be driving by and spotted Dolly. Something about her caught his attention.
“I was just walking down the street when he hollered at me,” Dolly once recalled. “Being from the country, I spoke to everybody. And he came over and, well, it was Carl, my husband.”
Carl later said he knew immediately that Dolly was “the one.”
“My first thought was, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl.’ My second thought was, ‘Lord, she’s good-lookin’.’ And that was the day my life began.”
Dolly was initially hesitant—after all, she had just moved to Nashville and wasn’t looking for a relationship. But Carl was persistent. He showed up every day that week, sitting with her on the porch while she babysat her nephew.
By 1966, Dolly and Carl were deeply in love. But not everyone was thrilled about their plans to marry.
Dolly’s record label at the time didn’t think a newlywed country singer would be easy to market. They tried to convince her to postpone the wedding for the sake of her career.
Dolly listened—but only for a little while. Instead of waiting, she and Carl slipped away to Ringgold, Georgia, where they could get married quickly without much fuss.
The ceremony was as private as their relationship for the next six decades—just Carl, Dolly, the pastor, his wife, and Dolly’s mother.
“We didn’t want any pressure, any big deal,” Dolly later said. “We just wanted to get married.”
After the ceremony, they dropped Dolly’s mom off at the bus station. They went straight home—no extravagant honeymoon, no press coverage, just two people who had found their perfect match.