The Girl Who Screamed Dixie - Orava Quartet

One of the more entertaining and educational activities when I visit my in-laws is hearing stories of my wife as a kid. A child who would run, at full sprint, around her childhood home, singing Dixie with abandon. A girl who burst into tears at the age of three when she learned that the South had lost the war. A kid for whom the term unsweetened tea was an oxymoron. Someone whose unstoppable energy and remarkable perseverance makes me wish I had known her growing up. I’ve been with my wife for ten years; she still sings Dixie with abandon.