When he and my mother, during the last years, Shirley was the baby and I think they took advantage of Shirley because dad would hold her in his arms. Dad built the house in the country and he also built the chimney, right? He knew the chimney was crooked, but mama, she rarely used it, because every time you'd put a fire in the stove, it would smoke up the house and everything, but he got into the -- she -- he wasn't going to back down. He said, "There's nothing wrong with the damn thing. " So, we'd stand around the stove in the winter trying to get warm and he'd hold my baby sister and sing to her. That's how I knew he had a beautiful side. My mother used to sing in church, not in the choice or anything, just in the audience, and she had a sound that I have inherited. It's more and more like hers. You could hear her above the crowd. Just a real rugged sound.