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My dad bought a guitar from a friend of his. Never ever had one in his hands before. He saved it from being repossessed. He put in the closet for about a year. Dad and mom started going to church and they ask God to forgive their sins. The people at the church talked dad into learning a couple of cords on that guitar. He did. He started teaching my brothers and me how to sing. There were 3 of us boys. I was the middle one. My oldest brother took right up to the guitar. He learned faster than my dad. By the time I was 3 years old, we were singing every service that the church held. Dad was as nervous as a cat at a dog fighting event.

But, as time went on, we grew, the family grew, and our popularity grew also. We added two more brothers and a sister. We were singing all over North and South Carolina, and Radio Stations as well. People liked to hear us sing. I listened to an old record we did when I was about 4 or 5 years old. Man, sounded like we all were huffing helium or something. It's funny.

We started singing in 1957. We stopped in 1971.

I never understood why we never made a career out of our singing. But I have often wondered just how differently my life would have turned out to be if we had.
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