In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.

The actual falling snow is almost gone now apart from in the extreme East of the country. As temperatures rise the snow that is left on the ground will thaw although there will be some left around tomorrow morning.

Before my grandpa built his own church, we went to the neighboring town, and it was a white community. You know, up north, mostly middle European people and Indians, Chippewa Indians. We were welcome to that church, but once we got in, they didn't know what to do with us.

So by the time I got to Michigan I was a stutterer. I couldn't talk. So my first year of school was my first mute year and then those mute years continued until I got to high school.

I mean, my people were very, very simple. They were peasant people, you know?

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.