The Old Songs -- "I remember as a small boy about five lying on a heap of straw on the granary floor watching Grand-dad mend holes in an old corn-sack draped across his knee with a curved packing-needle threaded with twine that smelt like turpentine. I lay there watching and listening intently as the ancient story unfolded, for the old man was singing, in a deep, resonant voice, a song he had heard from his own grandfather when he had been my age. The dog curled up beside me in the morning sunshine that slanted in through the large, open double doorway feigned sleep. Only the twitching of an ear or an occasional half-hearted attempt to wag his tail when Grand-dad's voice swelled to a higher note gave away the fact that he was alive to all that was going on." -- Bob Copper, "A Song For Every Season," 1971