Mary Guibert:
Whenever I would play, the boys would come and be in the room where the piano was. They liked it; they would ask for songs. After I was done and I was getting ready to get up from the piano, they'd say, "No, Mommy, stay! Play another one!" And usually it was Scottie, or Jeff who said, "Oh, play the one that sounds like raindrops," or "Play the waltz, Mommy," or... something that he liked about it, he would give it a special name, whether it was really Beethoven or Rachmaninoff or someone else.
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