{photo of my two heroes, here}.
today is pete seeger’s 90th birthday.
growing up, my parents took me and my sisters to his clearwater folk festival every single summer. we would eat juicy plums from our packed cooler, listen to folk legends strum on their guitars, dance barefoot in the grass until we were too tired to think, wear ridiculous looking straw hats to counter the sun, get too sunburned anyway, and end the weekend in rousing song with pete seeger and the gang. when i was 10, pete came and plopped himself down in the grass next to me during a late afternoon story in the story grove. i don’t remember what he said, but he took my little browned hand in his and smiled. i don’t think i’ve ever been as excited.
and so there you have it…i passed my childhood gettin’ down to folk music and singing at the top of my lungs. thank you mom and dad. thank you pete.
happy birthday.
{and a happy, happy song here. go on, you know you want to listen}.
13 Comments
that’s such a sweet lil story!
what a great memory! i love festivals.
happy bday pete! 🙂
great picture. and i love you.
I absolutely love the way you write! Makes me smile : )
xo
what a sweet, incredible childhood memory! your parents sound like the coolest people ever.
happy birthday, pete!
sounds like a wonderful memory (how special!)
sing your way home
at the close of the day
sing your way home
drive the shadows away
mile after mile
wherever you roam
you can lighten your load
you can brighten the road
if you sing your way home.
i love you
it must be amazing going to the festivals! 🙂
erin – you should check out the toughcats – they are dear friends of mine and are mighty good bluegrass/folk players! xo
thanks, laura! i’m always looking for new groups to shake it to! woot.
i love folk music and i love festivals so combining the two sounds amazing! and thanks for visiting my blog as well 🙂
i hope my girls have memories like these!
perfection!
sounds liek an excellent way to pass your childhood! i love pete seeger..i wanted him to be my dad…or i wanted my dad to play gi-tar.
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