I've been too afflicted with love-sickness to do much cooking lately. BUT, tonight I went out with Cherry to a bunch of John Cohen films on American folk music. I can't even begin to describe the strange time and culture and language warp I saw. One of the films was shot in the Appellations in the 1970's but it might as well have been the early 1800's. People still using a hand plows, missing a lot of teeth, heads like those rotten apple-dolls. And I could have used subtitles to help me out with the accents. But it gave me a bit of appreciation for growing up singing all the time. And for having gone to church and learned songs that lots of other people knew. I even knew some of the rsongs like, "keep on the sunny side" and had a hard time not singing along.

It also brought up a couple of questions about my childhood. For example: how did we come to own an auto-harp? And, do I remember correctly that Grandpa George played a gut-bucket and also had an electric bass in his house?