Natty loved to sing. She wasn’t any good at it, but she sang anyway. When she was younger, her grandmother told her “Sing the words in your normal voice child. You’ll get it someday.” Her grandma ought to know;she was a blues singer in Vaudeville. Traveled with an act from town to town, singing to small and large crowds. Grandma Nora had a voice like a caramel coated apple; dark, rich, yet tart, juicy, and sassy. Natty longed to know how it felt to sing in front of a theatre filled with people. All there to hear you sing.