<p>NYMomof2, that lullaby is one of my favorites too.</p>
<p>So many of PP&M’s songs were staples at the summer camp I attended for 12 years as camper & staff. We did a lot of singing at that camp – the memories and the songs are all woven together in a wonderful montage.</p>
<p>Isn’t that funny, mathmom? You and I could have been singing the same song to our sons at the same time, only a few miles apart! I don’t think many people know that song.</p>
<p>Well, my kid was the one putting his hand over my mouth because I can’t sing in tune. :(</p>
<p>Neither can I, mathmom, but my sons are not so discerning!</p>
<p>Peter, Paul and Mary hold so many wonderful memories with my family. For Chrismakah we would play their holiday album while we decorated the tree or made latkes. I had to explain the song, Light One Light to my youngest who couldn’t understand what the song symbolized. Cruel War, For Baby…The Wedding Song…When I drove to radiation I listened to their cd The Best Of…everyday.</p>
<p>And, as someone who wanted long straight hair and couldn’t get it without a hairdresser’s assistance…I envied that hair.</p>
<p>I envied that hair, too, ellebud! My hair is not curly, but it has a wave. I used to make rollers out of tuna-fish cans (cleaned well) because rollers were not available in the diameter I needed to make my hair straight.</p>
<p>I also remember that I was shocked at the hair the first time I saw her. Every girl I knew was ratting her hair, and I thought at first that her “flat” hair was awful.</p>
<p>Yes, in the years before flatirons…remember ironing your hair…for real irons? Large tomato cans, well rinses and the wrap around…I live(d) in Los Angeles and ratting went out…mid 60s…when I was really young. My wavy hair was the bane of my existance as a teenager!</p>
<p>My mom ironed my hair. It was down below my waist, and I so wanted it to look like Cher’s.</p>
<p>The news of Mary’s passing prompted me to purchase “the very best of PP+M” from itunes this afternoon, as I did not have any of their music on CD. Am listening to it in the background as I read this thread. Brings back many nice memories from my (much) younger years.</p>
<p>this is such sad news; i was a real folkie and sang PP&M songs with my friends and my guitar at coffee houses and at concerts, and then to my son when he was a baby and toddler; he insisted on watching that holiday concert tape a million times and knew all the songs by heart. we saw them live in a children’s Barnes and Noble opening when DS was still slung on my hip, holding an album out for Noel (Paul Stookey) to autograph. I thought she had the greatest voice of all the women singing through the 60s, and the best compliment I ever received from anyone was, “wow, you remind me of Mary Travers” (however, the iron definitely had a lot to do with it–that and, does anyone remember setting hair on giant sized orange juice cans?)</p>
<p>I definitely did the OJ cans, on the top of my head so I could somehow sleep with them on. Now my D gets that look with the hair straightner thing.</p>
<p>Sorry, tomato soup cans…bigger ergo straighter hair. The previously mentioned song, The Baby song, always makes me tear. I used to sing it to my children. And now they’re grown.</p>
<p>I used tuna cans - largest diameter I could find. You can imagine the ribbing I got from my father and 4 brothers. </p>
<p>I read in an obituary that her current husband is her fourth! I had no idea she’d been married and divorced so many times (and they were divorces, I think the wording was, "… her first three marriages ended in divorce).</p>
<p>Remember Mary saying in concert that her daughter had married an FBI agent. She joked that she didn’t lose a daughter, but gained a thicker FBI file! (J Edgar had files on everybody)</p>
<p>Nothing to say that hasn’t already been said.
Glad to know I’m not the only folk music fan on here.</p>
<p>Just watched the PBS special on PPM tonight, brought back lots of memories. I was born in '62 but shared a room with my sister who was born in '52. I was the only little kid amongst all my friends who knew all the hit songs/groups of the sixities due to falling asleep every night while big sister’s turntable was still spinning.</p>
<p>We also sang all those songs in camp. Good memories. I had the chance to see Mary some 20 years ago at an event I attended for one of the community service activities that I work on. Recently Peter was at my college reunion, and we ditched my class activity to go to the one he was involved with - a sing along of great folk songs. I loved it as did my H. My D, somehow did not really emotionally get it that she was seeing a legend - generation gap?</p>
<p>^^^ Not to hijack the thread, but your post, anothermom, reminds me of the time Pete Seeger came to the summer camp I attended (the one mentioned above where we did lots of singing) and gave a private concert. At the time I didn’t really know who he was, but the staff was all worked up about it, and even my parents were excited for me. It took a while, but I did come to realize what a big deal that was. Can’t remember the exact circumstances of why he came – something to do with the way we sang “If I Had a Hammer” at the camp.</p>
<p>anothermom and cbbblinker, PPM has a 2 CD collection called “Sing Aroung the Campfire” that you should look for if you don’t have it already. It was recorded more recently, so Mary had lost some of her range, but it’s such a sweet reminder of camp days!</p>