I expected to be a farmer like my father and brothers. Life seemed pleasant and orderly.

I knew nothing of the real life of a musician, but I seemed to see myself standing in front of great crowds of people, playing my accordion.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God's plan for my life.

A nation without dregs and malcontents, is orderly, decent, peaceful and pleasant, but perhaps without the seed of things to come