Doris, I knew and loved your dad. I remember that he read alot, but one time in 1957 or 1958 it snowed very deep and he was at our house. He went in the yard and made 'snow angels' with me. I have also heard stories of him and several brothers who played music around in the mountain churches. The story goes that they played hymns until the folks got 'all wound up', then they would start with plain old mountain music like Chicken Reel. Seems they had a big time out of this. This tale came from my dad.