My mother singing the "Spinning Wheel". I must have been about three, 'cos Dad and Uncle Tim were still away in the army, two Irish brothers who didn't HAVE to fight, but CHOSE to defend England.

I've always been proud of that.

Dad singing "Castle of Dromore" when home on leave, must have been just prior to VE Day (He was invalided out in early 45).

Primary school, learning "The Ash Grove", "Linden Lea", "The Old House", "Early one Morning", and "Waley Waley". They CARED about folk music back then.

So there you have it, and I've just realised I've been a folkie for nearly sixty five years, and not the forty nine I had previously believed.

Bred in the Bone
Don T.