I remember my childhood to be very typical. Just like everyone else´s. I think the things that made our family unique was that because there were 6 of us, we didn´t really need friends. We had them, but we were just as happy playing with each other and as we aged, we still enjoyed spending time together. Our friends and our cousins always commented on how close we were, and that they enjoyed being at our house. Also, our home was always filled with good food, music and people. I remember falling asleep to music. I remember Dad´s brothers and sisters visiting with all of their children and the house was full of music, people dancing and Mom cooking in the kitchen with the wives. We were happy playing and dancing. I remember one time, my Dad asked me to dance. I didn´t know how to step dance! But, I just got up and starting hopping around and he was laughing, playing the fiddle while the other brothers played the piano and guitars… when the song ended, everyone hollered and clapped and Dad was grinning from ear to ear telling me I was such a great little dancer. I was beaming, and I felt so special! That how he made us feel.
As we became young adults, Dad taught me the basic chords on the piano and we would play together – him on the guitar or fiddle and I on the piano. I began singing. I would sit at the piano for hours learning songs and singing them as I played the piano. Many weekends, my brothers and sisters and I would sing, play the piano, guitar with Dad or Dad and his brothers and sisters.