Dick G, I think Frankham may have my number, it may not be the music itself but a way of playing it, hanging out, getting along. We don't know how to do that like my parents did, we're tired, awkward with each other, we suck at it. My dad and his friends sang things most folk people know, and it depended who showed up. Little Margaret was my Dad's signature thing, and he did a two-chord twa corbies, all kinds of stuff, they once improvised the Berea college motto to Wildwood Flower at the Firehouse there. Just playing around. And they did a song called Little Birdie which I can't find a full, right-sounding version of, so I focus my general sense of loss on that, and don't know how much I really want to find it.

Divorces, splits, taking up with one's students, not knowing who to invite anymore, deaths of some of those core people everyone gathered around like a campfire--like my Dad. It dwindled away.
   
There's too much divisive-statement, separately categorized demographic interest music, wrapped in cellophane. People don't know how to get together and play because it's young people, old people, folk this, rock that, everything is a commercial for something. I even like some rap, but it took awhile to find what I needed from it.

Walking Eagle it's nice of you to provide a like to good stuff pre-teens might like. And there's a band called Shalom that played some events here, with a good oud player, and they are fantastically ambient, energetic, almost sound improved, but then all tight together.