Glenna was fond of putting on imaginary concerts and dramatizations. She would arrange the chairs, boxes, blocks of wood and whatever she could find in rows. Kent and her mother and Dad were usually her only audience. On one occasion, when Kent was her sole audience, she said, very graciously, “This includes the program. Now you may take your chairs and beat it for home.”

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(Discussing Duck Creek) It was here that I came up from the meadow one evening singing at the top of my voice for the sheer joy of living and Glenna said, “Mama, does daddy feel bad when he sings that way?” Apparently Mother could not satisfy her curiosity because on another occasion she said, “Does it hurt Daddy when he sings?”