Brahms—and when the teacher taught us songs such as Brahm’s Lullaby she’d point to his picture. I’m sure my love of Classical music started there. I can remember only one book from the four years I spent at Davisville Public School. In my Grade 2 year the teacher spent the entire winter reading to us, day by day, from Smiling Hill Farm, about a family that climbs into a covered wagon for the long trek through the forests of Indiana to their new home. Perhaps living with that family as they built first their log cabin, then a board house, then a brick house, laid down my fascination with life in the past. From then on I constantly asked librarians for books about people who lived long ago.