Rose: My parents always made each of us feel like we were the favorite. They loved all nine of us equally. We used to have the best Christmas Eves. Daddy'd sit at Grandma's old player piano and he'd play Christmas carols and the children would sing along, then Mother'd bring in some homemade eggnog and snickerdoodles. And then we'd decorate the tree. And after Daddy'd hung the star at the very top of the tree, we'd all join hands and pray, and then Daddy'd tell us a story and tuck us into our feather beds-
Dorothy: Who was your father? Michael Landon?
Rose: Can I help it if I came from a happy family? Well, we had our share of problems. Believe me, we had some hard times. Once a mysterious drifter stole our butter churn.