Bert,

I remember the 50s too. I found what was called folk music during those years also. Very pleasant era if one was raised with blinders on like I was. Not much rocked folk's boats then. Everything quite pastel--even the music. Things pretty much took care of themselves. The big war was over. There was a joke then about the "Eisenhower doll"; You wind it up and it sits on it's ass for 8 years. (Nothing needed doing anyhow.) I graduated highschool in '59. Kingston Trio hit it big. But Pete, the Weavers (Almanac Singers), Aunt Molly Jackson, Woody & Leadbelly showed us that those new suburbs sprawling into the countryside translated into questions and wrongs that begged for answers and making the wrongs into rights--civil and otherwise. One thing led to another until we were also shown that this old world, and it's institutions, weren't as maleable as we'd once thought. (And some din't have the same dreams we had.)No matter. The more things change, the more they get different! What is, is!

No value judgments at all, Bert. Your mention of the 50s just got me to free-associating---and this popped out.

Art