I recently began searching for more information about my ancestors. In talking with my parents and grandparents I began to learn of my roots in Appalachia and further back in Ireland, and how many people in my family before me shared a love and creation of folk music. I found it fascinating that this love of making music was passed on through generations, and the ways these people who came before me live on through me. I wanted to tell their stories, because really they are my story, and everyone's story. The lyrics are taken from actual past events: my great grandfather played the fiddle; my grandmother was born in 1920 in the dust bowl in Oklahoma and was one of nine children, her mother made all of their clothes including beautiful dresses for her and her sisters; her father owned a watermelon farm and drove his tractor trailor filled with fruit to sell through their town; my grandmother on my mother’s side was very involved in youth church groups and spoke to a crowd of 1000 people when she was 14 years old about how to love one another.