The Icing on the Cake
When from a satchel,
A fiddle, he drew.
He played her a message,
That made the hills ring.
—From “The Nightingale's Song”*
On the first day that I interviewed Richard, he asked me to come early in the afternoon. We talked for an hour while the tape recorder was running, and we spent some time visiting after I packed away all of the recording equipment. He explained that he needed to make sure that he had time open later in the afternoon because he was going to meet a friend. Richard told me that he had been spending time with her following his wife Daisy's death, and they usually had dinner together every evening.
Three years later, I am interviewing Richard once again, and he tells how he first met Annie.
When I first come to Jacksonville and went to work for the Sea-
board, I went to work in ’twenty-six, and I didn’t get married till
‘thirty. But in 1929, I met Annie.
She was a young girl—quite a bit younger than I was at the time.
Still is. But anyhow, we used to go around. We were nothing serious—
you know what I mean. We’d go to parties. Whenever it was conve-
nient, we’d take a ride somewhere, or things like that. I didn’t consider
marriage or anything like that. Finally we just sort of drifted around,
and I met my wife. We got married.I lost all contact with her and didn’t
see her all those years. I was married fifty-six years.1