The earliest memories I have of my daddy, Wynn Stewart, was at about 3 years old. We lived in California in a small suburban brick home. I remember the day they brought my little sister, Tatia, home from the hospital. Oh boy, I thought, this is just great - someone I have to share time with. Time with my daddy was precious since he wasn't around all that much, singing all the time. When he was home, he was sleeping or resting on the couch. But I soon grew to like my baby sister and found her fun to play with. She was like a little doll. I'd get in trouble for sneaking into her room for a peak at her while she was napping. The backyard was surrounded by tall cinder blocks, covered with honeysuckle that I loved to smell. I also remember having a pet guinea pig and a big German Shepherd.