Is There a Better Way to Live?

With that many kids, you could run wild, which we did. I love my brothers and sisters very much and we're all really close to this day. And I was inquisitive. I would walk into a room like at two or three years old. My grandfather, the piano player, boy, could he play? He would throw a white sheet over the piano, play the sheet. That was a parlor trick, I was told. Well, when we hit the word tree, he was the most the wrongest note you could hit in the piano in the shade of the old apple tree. You know, so we were really blessed because not everybody gets so lucky.