"Now Livie's gone west,/out of the dust,/on her way to California,/where the wind takes a rest sometimes./ And I'm wondering what kind of friend I am,/wanting my feet on that road to another place,/instead of Livie's." Winter 1934, page 9

"Darn that blue-eyed boy/with his fine face and his/smooth voice,/twice as good/as a plowboy has any right to be." Winter 1934, page 11

"When I point my fingers at the keys,/the music/springs straight out of me./Right hand/playing notes sharp as/tongues,/telling stories while the/smooth/buttery rhythms back me up/on the left." Winter 1934, page 13

"Daddy bought it, an old Cramer,/his wedding gift to her./She came to this house and found gaps in the walls,/a rusty bed, no running water,/and that piano,/gleaming in the corner." Winter 1934, page 24

"The piano is some comfort in...