4 thoughts on “I married the first guy. . .

  1. I married the guy who played Summertime to me on his git fiddle, while I sang along. These were our courtin in the coal-room days.

    Love the great old tunes, they were singable. I watch the kids mouthing the words to their raps and feel sad that they missed music with melody.

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