I see my parents in this song near the end of my fathers life. As an orphan he was sent to the country outside Syracuse, NY to the farming families who would take in a child of immigrants. If it is true that people are the sum of their experiences my father was wealth of memories. But by the time he was 75 they were beginning to elude him. My mom was there with gentle reminders of how things happened and where they were when Dad couldn't.

That is how I see Margaret and The Dutchman as well as my parents, Dorrie And Hans Meixner. These people lived their the lives in places that they no longer see but they remember them where they are living now.

And I suppose we all come to the ends of our lives with unrealized dreams. Margaret's were children, my Dad's were to know more about his family in Austria.

I don't think this song is any more that. A simple, eloquent moment in a life.

Don