They met in Boston where she was studying to be a concert pianist. Upon their engagement in 1926, she drew meticulous sketches of their future house. Eddie obediently followed her every instruction, except for one minor detail. When she saw the new house for the first time after their honeymoon, it stood smack in the middle of a stark, muddy cotton field with only a single spindly oak in back. She gasped, but not from delight. Eddie, survival instincts now on red alert, did what any husband wishing to see another sunrise would do. He gave his bride what she wanted most―in this case, a garden.