I’m in the mood this evening for old folk songs.
I like to say that I grew up in a car, and that’s really not very far from the truth. My family crisscrossed the American southwest when I was young and we nearly always went by car. My very first memory of a car was our family Nash Rambler.
Over the years, as both our family and the concept of American transportation changed, the family “beater” changed with us; we eventually graduated to a full-size Country Squire station wagon. But before we acquired that behemoth, I can remember times when my sisters would stuff me up into the rear deck of the sedan so they could ride more comfortably in the back seat. (Note: seat belts were not in common use at this time)
In those days AM radio was king. This was long before the FM band came standard in a car, and the music and chatter would fade in and out as you traveled along the highways. After sunset was the best. It was then when many of the AM stations would boost their signals and you’d be able to hold a station far into the night.
Occasionally there would be times when we couldn’t find a station at all. At these times my dad would chime in, keeping all of us kids quiet by singing old folk songs in a very acceptable baritone. Froggy Went A-Courtin’ was definitely the front runner, with The Crawdad Song and Bill Grogan’s Goat finishing in the money.
Personally, I always favored the latter (nothing like a little blood and gore to get, and keep, a child’s attention).
I don’t know why I started thinking about those songs tonight. All I really wanted to do here was to let you know that I’ve got the final part of Henrietta’s Story posted. I won’t say that this is the last of Aunt Hattie’s stories, new items turn up from time to time, plus I’m constantly surprised by things that I’ve squirreled away and forgotten. For now at least, you can find the latest segment here, Henrietta’s Story: Part Three.