My favorite stories recall Mrs. Rutherford's interest in music. Remember having her repeatedly instruct us to enunciate "wiSH" in "We w-i-s-h you a Merry Christmas"? Remember her auditions for the Christmas music fest?  I've never forgotten being relegated to the corner of the auditorium with Ray Wootten because we couldn't hold a tune. I think I recited a dorky Christmas story and Ray a sappy poem at the Christmas show, so we both looked like stars instead of losers. When the singing began, Ray sat in the audience while I got in the way by turning the pages of the sheet music for the pianist, Jimmy Dean's mother Peggy.  A subtle lesson emerged from that evening, namely, never inflict a tone-deaf sheet-music turner on a pianist. (I would have been more useful holding a candelabra or something inanimate and harmless.)