Everybody probably has a Harvey Lavan Cliburn, Jr. story, or Van Ciburn, here's mine. A few short years after Van won in Russia, and came home, I was growing up in Fort Worth, Texas, and took piano lessons from a lady, named Maureen O,Dowd. Not too sure about her first name, but that was her last name. I never knew if she was married, or not. Anyway, she lived in the Crestwood Apartments, and taught me how to play the piano. I played my first recital at the Woman's Club, with Lee Moncrief, and others. I played "Antelope Antics". I did pretty well, but being young, not too interested in piano. Van Cliburn was there, and thought I, and everyone there played wonderfully. It was very sweet and gracious of him. The other time I met him was when I was listening, in the late eighties, or ninties, to the Van Cliburn competitors, at the Landreth Hall, at T. C. U. Van was talking to some friends and I was sitting at an aisle seat, and it was intermission, and I was looking over my program. Van walked over to me, with his guy friends closse by, and told me I had nice legs. I said thank you, and he and I smiled at each other. I was surprised he said that, but, it was very sweet of him. He was always a gentleman, not to mention a great pianist. Bet he is playing his magnificient music for God and Jesus, now, guess they got the best. Earth, especially the Fort Worth area, is poorer for losing Van, and Heaven, richer, but, his legacy, not to mention his mother's, with the lovely organs at Broadway Baptist Church, will live on. He will be terribly, terribly missed, but never forgotten!