Dodi took me under her wing in the early 70s when I was waitressing at the No Exit Cafe. I took some guitar and mountain dulcimer lessons from her, in which I soon learned I was not the least talented, but she gently bore with me anyway. Her simple, gracious home on Maple Street in Evanston, with warm, freshly baked bread, honey and herb teas opened my soul, if not my musicality, to new horizons. She was deeply appreciative of the simple pleasures of life and her carefulness about the turn of a phrase gave me fresh respect for the long traditions of folk music. She had the gift of slowing one down so that one could take in the moment, feel the sunbeams on the face, and hear an inner chord's resonance. Her affection for people, her musical gifts and her hospitality are a legacy that I hope endures in our memories.

Some years ago, I had been thinking affectionately about Dodi and had tried, unsuccessfully, to get back in touch with her. Last night I learned of her passing on the Midnight Special. My deepest condolences to Kathy and all Dodi's family and circle of close friends.

Kathy G