In the early 1940s, my maternal grandfather, Rudy Williams of Cobbtown, had a favorite radio program called, “Renfro Valley Days.” The announcer declared that it was coming from beautiful Renfro Valley in Kentucky, the place where time stands still. It was music, folk music that sounded much like that which Scotch, Irish and Scotch-Irish settlers brought with them to the mountains and back-country of the South. I regard it as the real country music and it is still performed in sold-out concerts at Renfro Valley.