Your mother and Wilbur met us there to sign the papers and both were quite kind. Wilbur of course was interested in us as musicians and sat down at the piano that came with the house and tickled the ivories for us. Then, the rains came and came that winter and the river rose and rose until the lower level of the house was underwater. Your mother was kind enough, when we called and said we’d be late on the rent, to allow us to work the rent that month off if we cleaned the mud out of the house and yard, which we happily did.

Very nice memories of both of them, the house, and those few months living there. Take care.

We shared a muscial interest but more than that, as a life long student of history , I found him a very illuminating source of life and society in the 20s through the 40s.
As Bernadine said, “he was a lot smarter than you guys thought.” He was one of the remarkable people I have known in my 70 years.

I met Bernadine only once but corresponded with her upon Wilbur’s death and she sent me some momentos of Wilbur’s.
There wasn’t a scintilla of doubt in my mind that she was very devoted to Wilbur and he was indeed a very lucky man to find such a woman in the last decade of his life.