Here’s a sweet song of a daughter turning back to her dad and all that junk he kept that she now sees as tangible memories and parts of his life. She passes the test of imagination as she does not generalize but she names the objects: the old chair, the cracked snowshoes. And when “you’re coming apart”, she can turn to her father who can see potential beneath the dust and the grime when the rest of us are blind.
Catie Curtis still plays the folk circuit and it you’re in Massachusetts or Maine, you likely to hear her playing nearby by.
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YouTube: https://youtu.be/Jsi-VB1XNrQ?si=YJURrsO4jt7SYDhj