While cleaning out my John's desk a while ago, I found a couple of old cassette tapes that his mother had recorded many years ago. They were of John playing the guitar and singing some old folk songs. The recording was from January 1969. The quality of the recording wasn't very good - it was a recording of a recording. John had been singing for a group of residents at a convalescent home so it was probably in their day room and the acoustics were not the best.
But still it was gold to me. It was my John and he was singing. John
serenaded me often in our early years. And he had a very good voice. He
had won awards in talent shows and had actually once been the opening act for
Judy Collins back in the day when she had appeared back east at some
I know the recording means absolutely nothing to
anyone else but I am so glad I have this. I spent yesterday morning making a
digital copy of the tapes using my iPad and then transferring the files
to my computer and then to Dropbox on my phone so I can carry them
around with me and listen to them whenever I want.
last couple of days have been rough with some family issues and I have
been missing John a lot and having a grief surge. Hearing him sing again
has been a blessing.