I was saddened to hear of the death of Mary Travers yesterday. Peter, Paul, and Mary were some of my childhood heroes. We had several of their records which I would listen to at bedtime on my Sears record player next to my bed. Mary's voice was particularly enchanting to me. I listened and listened to her harmonies, and soon I could sing along with her, paving the way for my own alto singing.
I heard the trio sing live at Ravinia, in Chicago, while living in Wisconsin during grad school. Their music will always be magical for me.
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