Caroline and I, with our then six-month old son David, stayed with Jeannie Robertson for a week in September, 1958. It was truly one of the major events of our lives. I have a photo, staged by the photographer from some newspaper, of me playing a button-box and Jeannie singing at the Edinborough Festival that year. Totally hokum; I never did learn to play more than a couple of tunes on the damn thing and would cheerfully have throttled anyone who forced Jeannie to sing to an accompaniment (including the producers of her first recording!). Taped some superb ballads from Jeannie during that week with her in Aberdeen, a couple of which will soon find there way onto CD. Hang in there, Bill D.

Moonchild: Some Jewish friend of Helen Schneyer asked her "Why do you sing all of those primitive Christian gospel songs? You're Jewish!" Helen responded, "I look at them as love songs." That may explain their attraction for we heathens who also love them. That and the fact that they're so great as group songs to share with friends.>

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