On the night of their wedding in 1952, Willie Nelson and Martha Matthews didn’t ride away in a limousine or dance beneath glittering chandeliers. Instead, they climbed into a beat-up old car and drove quietly through the Texas night. The radio played softly, the scent of dust and mesquite filled the air, and the young couple laughed about unpaid bills and far-off dreams. There were no flashing cameras, no red carpets, no promises of fame—just two hearts bound by love and hope.Continue reading…