Did they even call it folk music back then? I can’t remember. Simon was born in 1898 and I was born in 1902. We were both winter or early Spring babies. I don’t know much more than that. So it stands to reason another reason I thought Simon was HIM is because he was 26… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #4: Music Again
I have I landed where I landed before? No, not in the least. On the other side of the country, for one thing. With parents I could only dream of back then. Plus, date-wise, we’re pretty much picking up where we left off. But we’re not in other ways. For someone who spent so much… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #2: Twenty Four All Over Again
Just from the way we met I thought HE was Simon. It seemed close enough to be true. We always said we’d meet up in another life. HE showed up mere months after The One left. So many things seemed to fit. One door closes, another opens. Right? But when a Sheba is in mourning,… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #1: HE wasn’t Simon . . . THAT is Simon!