"Daddy loved to take flowers to Mom, whom he called his beautiful old woman in later years. He would bring her frozen dandelions if that was all he could find. The only flowers he ever bought were for their wedding day but she had more flowers than any person I ever knew of. She loved flowering plants and he would bring home starts from old farm houses, country roads, fields, the banks of the Cumberland River--any place he might be. He had a huge family base too. Remember he made lots of home calls and took the Jeeps in places no sane man would go.

"Somewhere along the line, he picked up a start of a beautiful large white iris that has a wonderful scent. I've always thought it was something he picked up on a roadside. He gave it to Mom and planted it. She gave out a few starts including one to me. It is one that is treasured because it is so unique of color, size and scent. I don't have a better description. Only very special people get starts from the original planting."