Not to despair, "Guest";

The last time I checked, our beloved Kendall was still very much with us, and returned from a tour to ye Auld Contyerie not long ago.

Our Daughter Shearon Judith was born in Lebanon NH in November of 1974, and the following Spring we bundled her up and took her to the Queechie VT Highland Festival where we discovered this quaint old Folkie sitting there wearing a scrunched-up Mariner's cap and playing a guitar, singing the most delightful songs.

So we spread our blanket out as near to him as we could get and turned our baby girl loose on it.

And I distinctly remember "Angus" as being one of the songs he sang; it was in a jouncy 3/4 time as I recall, and I'm pretty sure that I could wing the tune pretty closely even now - especially since I have the lyrics, most of which I had long since forgotten.

Not long after said Folkie sang "Angus", Wee bairney Shearon upped on all fours and did something that she had never done before; she proceeded to crawl off of the blanket and head off to see the World.
For the first (but certainly not the last) time, her Mommie had to chase her down and recapture the lass who has since come to be affectionately known as "The Wylde One".

Said Wylde One is now happily married, will be 30 this November, and perhaps if I can get at least one of my guitars up and running by then (or borrow hers) I'll play her old "Angus" again....

And see what the hell happens this time!

(Grandchildren?)

By now you must know who that "Folkie" was that we met at Queechie back in the Spring of '75 - and whose acquaintance we have been blessed to have renewed within the past few years via Mudcat and some Sea Chanty Sings in the Portland ME area.
My interest in this sort of Music was no doubt considerably encouraged by his influence even back then.

And he still is, praise be, very much among us.