and look Heavenward and thank God for the rain.” (Squeels with delight) Your Grandpa used to say that? What did you call him, Grandpa?
Papa. Papa Sorrells. I love that! I love Papa! That’s a wonderful thing to teach a child because it’s true! You know, Daddy had another wife, Coco, and she and I used to pull lounge chairs out into the or- ange grove and put an umbrella over us and sit in the rain. I loved sitting with her, and we would just talk or not talk. That’s one my fa- vorite thoughts of her.
I have met her. She’s a sweet lady and re- ally talented. Didn’t you tell me once that there was always music being played in your house? Yeah, our house was just filled with music all day long, you know, like some houses ain’t? Which is a trip to me because our house was just filled with music, that’s just the way it was. And everything took place at the kitchen table. I’m talkin’ about Mamo singing and Uncle Johnny and all the cousins and everybody that walked in the door probably felt more at home than they did at their own house. So many peo- ple told me that. They could just go to the re- frigerator and get whatever they wanted. This place was like really, really home. And there was no furniture that you couldn’t put your feet on. You could take a nap if you wanted to, or you could sit at the table and talk to Mamo, or you could go out to the studio and hang out with Daddy or you could ride horses with us girls. I love my life, and I am so proud of my Daddy, and I love him and miss him, but he is straight up there in Heaven and Mom is alive and super healthy, and thank Jesus for that! I love my Mom! I was thinking about the last interview I did with Delaney right before he died. He was telling me that as a child you never ever got tired of practicing your music.
Yeah, we lived in a ranch style house and mine and the girls rooms were on the end and there was a bathroom back there. I would lock myself in the bathroom, and if there was a Stevie Won-
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der song on or another song that had a high note that I hadn’t hit yet, it would freak me out. I’d be in there ‘til I hit it. It wasn’t like I was trying to win a contest, I just wanted to know what it was like to go there and to hit that note, ya know? And back then nobody put their lyrics on the record, you had to keep going back and listening to the LP over and over until you figured out what they were saying. And that’s how it tattoos itself in your heart and your head and your soul. And if that song means enough for you to do all that, it’s a song you are never gonna forget. And the porch went all the way down the front and sometimes I would see him out there listening to me. Once in a while he would tap on my window and smile at me.
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