Hello Debbie! Do I remember correctly that I was fairly recently interviewed by you? Was it at the celebrations for Alan Lomax...I recall several interesting conversations with two fine folks and I do think it was you and friend- doing something for PBS? IF so, I can vouch for these people, everybody- they're topnotch and very OK.

Susan Reed lives in Nyack, NY, and has an antique store there. George thinks it's name is something like, "Susan Reed's Antiques," but we don't know for sure...sounds logical, though! Last time I saw her, she brought her Rounds&Canons group to a little studio near Nyack and they all did a cameo appearance on an album I was recording there, "None But One." It was so good to see her- we used to be good friends/neighbors in Greenwich Village in the exciting '50s & '60s (late '40s, even!). It's sad how people can drift apart, farther than the few miles warrent, but we're still heart friends, all the same.

Cynthia died too young- she also was close to us in those years. We shared many stages and parties, were pregnant at the same time with our first-children. I recall walking with her one evening to the Cherry Lane Theatre where George and I, and Lewis Gordon and Lou Gordon (no kin), were running the series of midnight concerts after the Clancy-run Irish play finished (Playboy of the Western World was the one running when we began our late-late show, but all that is another story)...anyway, she and I were lumbering along (in about our late-8th month I think), gasping a bit, and Cynthia remarked that I shouldn't just keep on resting my arms on the top of my pregnancy, as it wasn't a shelf you know! Darned dangerous, as we both almost fell over laughing. I used to tease Cynthia who was about 6'3" that she was the most delicately feminine person I knew- and that was true- she spoke in a sort of high, husky voice, and giggled a lot, was slender and extremely graceful. But what a voice! Unbelievably deep and powerful, just knocked one down, if she wanted to, but could in the next breath breathe the softest lullabye, with such peaceful passion. A complicated person, and very dear to me.

Bonnie Dobson I knew only from being with her at festivals, mostly Fox Hollow. She was beautiful, in what my husband calls a "zoftic" way, and the song I always associate with her is, "She's Like the Swallow." The first time she came to Fox Hollow, she had thought she was coming down from Canada into the tropics (upstate NY), and she sang that song with a terrific tremelo which she apologized for and blamed on the fact that she was in sandals and her toes were freezing. I don't know where she is now...

I'm so glad you have joined the club here- it is a very nice place to be.   

Love and blessings,    Jean