by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
On Thanksgiving our minds turn easily and happily to thoughts of family, friends, and other assorted turkeys. I always think of Mildred Terry.
Mildred grew up with a love of music, an enormous desire to make music, and the time to make music. The only thing she lacked was anything resembling musical talent. If other like-deprived souls couldn’t carry a tune in