I don’t know about you, but I grew up with the mellow sounds of Peter Paul and Mary songs playing throughout our home from the record player in the front room. Although some believe that Puff the Magic Dragon personifies smoking pot, I prefer to think that it is a fanciful look at the innocence of childhood, and a little boy’s belief that dragons do fly.

I struggled at summer camp, teaching my campers to sing 500 Miles and stay on key. I dated a college man in high school and he serenaded me one evening on my parent’s lawn with Blowin in the Wind.

With everything going on here at the homefront, I haven’t been listening to the news or reading the paper. I was so sad to read that Mary Travers died yesterday of leukemia.

Her songs will live on, and this weekend, I shall venture into our attic and find our trunks which hold all our LP’s and 45’s. I will search through the vast collection until I find my cherished records of Peter Paul and Mary- and soon our home will be filled with the folk songs that spoke so deeply through troubled times and gave voice to causes this group took up as their own.

Tonight, the angels are singing sweeter than ever before, as I am sure that Mary is leading them in a rousing rendition of All Men Are Brothers~