Jean, I'd love to read it too.

I remember going to a very small one-day festival sometime around 1991. I believe it was at a historical park in Vernon, IN., but I could be wrong. I went because you were playing. I was wandering around looking at things not far from the performance area, when I heard the clear, beautiful voice of a young woman - a voice I recognised as yours. I rushed back to listen, and was completely lost in your singing and your songs.

I think most people don't know how much they matter to others, no matter how well known they are. They may know they sell a bunch of records or see a lot of faces in audiences. What remains unknown is what each of us carries in our hearts because of them, what has been passed on. You know what you give, you just don't know what we take. We take memories of your singing and a yearning to hear more of that sweet, clear voice. We take the songs, and a sense of the care with which they were made and passed on. We take joy.

Thanks.

I thought a long time before posting this - I don't often get too "gushy" or inflict it upon others. It may be gushy, but it's real.