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  • I starting singing as a child at church and in school, about age 7 started a few years of piano study and playing at church. After Mom remarried in 1962 and we moved the piano was left behind but I continued to sing at school and in the car with girl friends.

    The summer of 1964 I worked in Estes Park CO where I first heard Joan Baez and Bob Dylan on records a roommate shared. I also started to play guitar that summer and have continued every since that summer I was 18 to enjoy playing and singing music by the two artists Joan Baez and Bob Dylan.

    During my 30s I was given a lovely guitar as a gift from a close friend (Frank) who had used this guitar for a long time yet had many better ones he played more often. This guitar has a sweet history; since my friend had purchased it in France after he got out of the army where he flew helicopters in the Vietnam war. A grim part of his life which the music helped him recover from over the years.

    When I was given this guitar gift for my 36th birthday, it replaced my old beater I had used for about ten years. During decades this song Joan wrote - Miracles, plus many Leonard Cohen songs felled my days when I lived in the Mt. town with no TV or radio. Also. after that I was in college for 3 years at Evergreen State College and continued to sing this song as an anthem for the life journey I was moving thru and towards.

    By the time this picture (at the Beach) was taken, Kirk and I had been married about four years - our girl was three and the lovely guitar Frank gave me had moved onto a new owner my husband Kirk. Kirk had played as a teenager - but after the Vietnam war era impacted his and his twin Tom's lives, Kirk had not played for over 25 years.

    The guitar from Frank to me carried the miracle of healing music on into our family. Within a few years Kirk returned to Evergreen State College to complete 1 year of music studies and get his BA. By learning to read music he started a 20 year career as an Educational Asst. for grade school kids where he often used his music to teach and empower others.

    A few years before Kirk left the school job, a fellow teacher, musician and master instrument maker, gave him a brand new custom made guitar - made just for Kirk! When this happened the guitar Frank gave me as a gift returned to me, since our daughter had played it for a number of years after Kirk had purchased a nicer guitar for himself. Now the home had five guitars (counting a 12 string I gave him as a gift when he was 50).

    After Nellie moved away from home and got married her guitars went (she also had a black electric we got her in HS) with her. Between Nellie and Bobby (he also plays) the have 4 or 5 at that home.

    Kirk's RA give's him pain in his hands and the past year he has not played at all. However, I think that is going to change - since he plans to get new lighter strings soon and have the bridge lowered. Miracles come in many forms - often as art and always with love.


    Miracles - by Joan Baez

    Miracles keep happening
    The sun rose in the east today
    I sat up and sighed for the millionth time
    As the dawn was phasing a night away

    The blues can last for just so long
    And from the depth
    There will arise another song

    And I'll sit here in the sea and the sun
    Waiting for that other song to come
    That other song to come

    You don't have to be black to sing the blues
    From what I gather all you got to be is blue
    Self-indulgence is universal
    Adolescence was merely a rehearsal
    Look around you and you will see
    Everyone has a small franchise on misery
    On misery

    And I will sing you a song
    Just as soon as I get my voice
    When you're up, you're up
    And when you're down
    You really got no choice

    No rain this winter
    The manzanita reminded me
    We've been living in a drought
    And the ocean looks good to me

    Haven't been in love for a year or so
    Because I get fussy
    And hard to live with as I grow
    Ask the hungry manzanita
    You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar
    And a cedar

    My moods are changing like the sea
    There are a hundred things
    That I'd like to be
    Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun
    Waiting for that other song to come
    That other song to come

    And I will sing it to you
    Just as soon as I get my voice
    When you're up, you're really up
    And when you're down
    You really got no choice

    Joan sings
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