When you were very young even before you started school, I bet you loved music. I did, too. We often listened to the Carter family on the radio. Their music made me feel happy. I wished I could play a guitar and make such wonderful sounds. We had a hair brush that was shaped somewhat like a guitar, so I would sit in the rocking chair in front of the sheet iron stove, playing my hair brush and singing Wildwood Flower and Keep on the Sunny Side. I made the guitar sounds, too. Continue reading “Thoughts on another birthday”
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