We didn't learn *Cripple Creek,* but my middle school music teacher, Mrs. Samuels, taught us *Sourwood Mountain* and lots of other good ones. She was also my choir director. she is one of those people I sent a thank you to when I finally grew up around last year or so. She was great.

The folk boom hit my adolescent culture group in the early 60's with a bang, and we used to sit around somebody's house or the church or the Y or wherever and just sing and play all the hoary chestnuts we do at song circles now (4 strong winds, etc.)

and while I'm thinking of "While on a train goin' West," I'd love to hear from Dave Simpson or Bob Matson or Barbnara Fischer or any of my actual friends from High school in S. Jersey (New that is).

Mary Ann