Boy, this makes me sad. Chuck and Nan and their family were a big part of my life when I was young. My family spent countless hours singing, laughing, eating, and drinking with them and with the John Jackson family. I remember one New Year's Day when Chuck was cooking a cast-iron kettle full of hog jowl and black-eyed peas . The big pot was suspended over the fire in the Perdues' living room fireplace, and as people lit their cigarettes (yes, it was THAT long ago!), they tended to just fling the dead matches into the cookpot. I remember pointing this out to Chuck and several other adults, but by that time the bourbon bottle had been around the room many times, and noone cared.