During the depression Theresa & Adolph loved to read and would go to Jefferson City each week for library books. At night in winter they would chuck the old cook stove full of wood and set there and watch the flames through the door, either they read books or played the french harp. They both played very well, they even got to where they played Uncle Herbert’s violin, he left at our house. Herbert Sommerer was my Godfather, a prince of a fellow, I loved him! There was a large pond down in the cow pasture where I remember seeing the big green frogs that Herbert, Adolph and cousins came home with a gunny sack ( of frogs for supper now & then). That’s where the great hickory tree was, and among the dead tree trunks we would come home with buckets of morel mushrooms. In the woods were blackberries and pawpaws in season and black haws and persimmons. As the seasons changed love was everywhere.