Thanks for posting this... a lovely story about Libba. Many years ago, she did a concert at the Picking Parlor, in New Haven, Connecticut. She was on stage, telling how much she always wanted a banjo. She told about always trying to play her brother's banjo, and she'd keep tuning the strings up until they'd break. She knew she was going to catch Hell from her brother when he found out she'd been messing with his banjo again, so she'd just hide it back under his bed. And catch Hell every time when he came home and found another broken string. She'd never owned a banjo in her life. up until that night. But the owner of the Picking Parlor walked over to a banjo that was hanging on the wall, for sale, took it down, came up on stage and gave it to Libba. There wasn't a dry eye in the room. You've never seen anyone so happy!

Jerry