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mac_stoneMary Travers has died.
My mom had all their records, stuck in the very back of the big console record player, with her previous name written with indelible marker, using careful and pretty cursive, on the album covers.
I asked about those albums, once. The resulting conversation was one of those odd and slightly disconcerting experiences that result when children discover that a parent was complete human being, with stories of her own, before having children.
My mom had all their records, stuck in the very back of the big console record player, with her previous name written with indelible marker, using careful and pretty cursive, on the album covers.
I asked about those albums, once. The resulting conversation was one of those odd and slightly disconcerting experiences that result when children discover that a parent was complete human being, with stories of her own, before having children.
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Date: 2009-09-17 06:59 pm (UTC)Mary Travers lived fairly nearby in Redding (about 3 towns south.) I met her once in my favorite Chinese restaurant in Danbury, only because my husband was a huge fan and he was going all fanboy upon seeing her. She was very sweet, and very gracious, and didn't at all mind him gushing, though she did seem to blush a little.