Music

Music, music, music-- We love it all. Josephine played the piano and George played the fiddle. One grandchild's husband refurbished the fiddle and it was passed on to Connie's son, David. My Dad said his memory of the Christmas holiday was waking up to the sounds of Christmas carols played by his mother on their piano. My Mother's cousin, Sam Green tells me of the great musical evenings he spent in my Grandparents' home. We are a loud and boisterous group, whether we are talking, laughing, or singing! Connie and Robert, the two youngest would sing on the Radio at WHO Des Moines. For a time they traveled around the state with a group of musicians, under the WHO banner. We have a picture of them with their guitars and costumes. We contacted the station in the 1990, to see if they would have any tapes of that era, sadly they did not.

WHISPERING HOPE sung at the funerals and reunions.

Music makes us smile, music makes us cry.