Tuesday, February 18, 2014
I have many fond memories of Clesta Penn but one really stands out. I was home from college and for some reason my mom and dad, J.O. & Margot Mudd, and I were in Clarksville for supper. Clesta was there (plus a whole lot of other folks) and we were eating at a big round table. There was a piano in the room and Clesta asked me if college fraternities still sang songs. I said yes and rattled off the first line of one. She had me to go to the piano with her and then I would sing the first line of a song and she would start playing. We sang songs late into the night and we never came up woth a song that she couldn't play just by hearing the first line. She was an amazing piano player.
