Another Mudcat thread I'm gonna keep whole hog. Such good folks giving their heartfelt remembrances---and noit a trace of B.S. to be found. Simply wonderful.

But it, strangely, leaves me feeling I'm in The Twilight Zone. Being from Chicago in thopse day, I never heard of Walt until I started working at Rose Records on Wabash.(Rose Records called themselves The Worlds's Largest Record Store to the consternation of Sam Goody in New York.)

Now, down the street, also on Wabash, was Kroch's & Bretano's----possibly and actually the worlds largest bookstore then. There was guy working there named Sandy Paton (who I had heard at a Sunday afternoon hoot at the GATE OF HORN folk club right after he and Caroline got back to the Midwest after Scotland etc. Sandy had convinced Kroch's to allow him to put a section of folk LPs in the front of the store. WALT ROBERTSON'S Folkways records were in Sandy's good selection as well as at our store do2 blocks further South 'cause we had EVERYTHING ON EVERY LABEL. (We really did.)

Anyhow, WALT Robertson was one of the few folksoingters whose music I never purchased---and never heard ! It's strange how things happen. I can picture the albums in my mind right now. And I lived on the coast of Oregon for a few years too. Depoe Bay. A beautiful town where Dan Crary hangs out now when not in California. My wife, Carol, and I owned and operated a little folkie music shop called The Folk-Art Shop the year we got married (1967) right on the ocean in Depoe Bay. We went broke there in 1968. Went back to travel the country for the next few years and to base out of Chicago again...

To this day, I've not heard Walt Robertson's music------possibly because, when I looked at the song lists, I already knew all of those songs and that made me less interested somehow.-------But after hearing all of your tales here, I'm gonna search Walt out even if it is too far after the fact. I do wish I'd met him...

Art Thieme