Well, the people, the majority of the people there had African and Indian and European ancestors and they were olive-skinned people and they didn't want anything to change. They didn't want you if you had too much African blood. You know what I mean? You just didn't belong. And there was one school and two churches and two grocery stores and the lake, Kaufman's Lake. They were Germans. Tubby had the general store and they used to show movies on Mondays in the summer, and we used to dance to the juke box in his store. I remember hearing Glenn Miller's "String of Pearls. " We used to dance to that. There was a town hall and the church we went to was right below the hill from town hall. Dad hung at the tavern that was just there, and it wasn't a progressive neighborhood, it really wasn't, but the school was excellent. From the 1st to the 8th grade, there were maybe 20 children, all in the same room, with these great teachers one at a time. We had one teacher for maybe two years and another teacher for three years, like that, and the young children could sit -- she would see to the 1st grade first. She'd read to them or whatever and then send them out to play. Then the 2nd grade would take the front row and she'd do the same thing, but if you were especially bright, you could sit in on the older children's classes. You didn't have to go out. I don't remember them telling anybody that, oh, you're brilliant or you're stupid, you know, or anything like that. It was a second home, and there was a big dictionary at the back of the school. I always was fascinated with words and I was singing by then. When I was six, I would sing and in school, on holidays, in church, "Away in a manger, no crib for his head. " Yeah. And my folks -- I started -- I gravitated towards the piano when I was about five and I didn't really know I was doing this until my brother Melvin was bragging on me. One day, we were at some people's house. He said, "Yeah. Anna Marie can play the piano, you know," and his friend Andy said, "You're lying. She's too little to play the piano. " He said, "No, she really does. She picks out melodies on the piano. " And I was conscious for the first time of what -- if I was doing that, I didn't -- you know. And I'd sit at the piano not for hours and hours. It would have gotten on everybody's nerves if it had been for hours and hours, but for a time, and it was my own space. Nobody told me when to play or when not to play. If I could sing it, I could figure it out on the piano. I'd find the spaces. By the time I was 14, I was accompanying myself and playing. I still can't play.