I expected to be a farmer like my father and brothers. Life seemed pleasant and orderly.
Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God's plan for my life.
I have never been an innovator, a creative genius.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
We really were a very musical family. In spite of the fact that we were so poor when I was a youngster that supper was often just a bowl of bread and milk, Father somehow managed to squeeze out enough pennies to buy us a small pump organ, and I just loved this instrument too.
In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.