Haydee, I hope tjis message reaches you. I am betsy siggins and knew both your mom and dad. Before they were married my husband Bob Siggins and I drove from Rome one bitter Christmas, and spent 10 days in an attic apartment in West Berlin. The w all would go up the next summer, but that Christmas was clod and bleak, much music, many naughty trips into east Berlin at Checkpoint Charlie, where Geno would, on purpose, forget one critical documnet to get us back into East Berlin. Pissed off the guards every time, but they kept on letting him go back and forth. East Berlin was deserted and grey, grey, b It was a major adventure for us all. Geno was fearless. ut because it was risky, it felt we had traveled to an unenhabited land.

I used to waitress and once in a while sing at the Golden Vanity ( long gone ) and it was an old warehouse with a ramp. Perfect for Geno and the other Harvard Bikers to ride in in the middle of someone, most likely a delicate balladeer, and chaos broke out,and mostly in fun
I visited you and your mom and grandparents (?) in Puerto Rico when you were about 2. I have a couple of photos from that trip.I know run the New England Folk Music Archives in cambridge. Hope this reaches you, Betsysiggins2gmail.com