Sorcha--

No, sorry; I can't add any more. Reason this is a hot item is that there's a memoir in the archive where I work in which a woman who was growing up here in 1883, about two years after the burg was founded, states that she learned three songs from her music teacher at that time. One was Ol' Dan Tucker. Like, Duh. Second was "Jersey Boys." I've Mudcatted that around before and got zippo. Third was, in her words, "I'm Up on Old Man's Castle," which to me is an odd way of putting it. As I think I said somewhere, it may even have been a practice piece deliberately written for music students, and not normally performed by the more sophisticated musicians. I think that's what they call a thin lead, but it's all there is, there ain't no more.

I appreciate your time and energy.

Chicken Charlie