Saving was slow and painful.
You'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry.
My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me.
Nature was my kindergarten.
If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in his tomorrow, I have not labored in vain.
Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.