Another thing that played a major role in our lives was water, or maybe I should say a lack of it. Maybe it was the constant struggle to have adequate water for our crops and animals as well as that of the entire community that seemed to occupy so much of our time and energy.
Dad used to love this song: "Cool, Clear, Water" especially the versions sung by the Sons of the Pioneers, Frankie Lane, or Marty Robbins. I have often heard Dad sing the song. He had a very good voice sang in the ward choir for much of his life together with Mother and on occasion they even sang duets together. Neither was musically trained, but they both loved certain kinds of music, especially the hymns of the Church, ballads and country/western songs. Maybe that is where I developed my love for songs belonging to these genres.