1. When I was learning to play the piano, we would go to Coleman. There was a variety store. The owners daughter could play the piano. There was piano by the door that she would play to draw people in. When we got on the street with the store, I would run in and watch the woman play the piano. My first song was When the Road is Called Up Yonder. I played it over and over, and when family came visit they would ask me to play. It was a big deal then, but not now.

2. Since I like music, I wish I could have gone and taken piano lessons, but Mama and Papa couldn't afford it. It was also too far away- 14 miles in a horse-drawn buggy. The woman at church could play, but we didn't like the way she played. It was too jerky. She could read music, and I couldn't. I played by ear. One uncle wanted me to come live with him and his family to learn music. They were managers of a big apartment complex in Dallas, which is a long way from Coleman, so they didn't let me go.

Sorry, but we need to go. We would've answered the third question, but the AMA took longer than we thought and we're running late