We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The Valentine sweetheart of Maggie's Farm is our dearly loved commenter Marianne Matthews.
Marianne is a classically trained musician, among many other wonderful things, with a sane, quick, and fun-loving mind. I share Marianne's love of folk music, she broadening my appreciations beyond the labor and protest songs I was raised with to older and other countries' folk classics. Marianne has been deeply involved with many of the greats. Marianne sent me a disc of some of her recaptured recordings from the 1950's, which you have to hear to soar. We're working on a way to put at least one up at Maggie's Farm. Meanwhile, you'll have to be content with this 1972 photo of Marianne and all-together now wishing Marianne a Happy Valentine.
Oh, the comfort -- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, Having neither to weigh thoughts, Nor measure words -- but pouring them All right out -- just as they are -- Chaff and grain together -- Certain that a faithful hand will Take and sift them -- Keep what is worth keeping -- And with the breath of kindness Blow the rest away.
Somehow we always knew that Marianne is beautiful - it's sort of like knowing when someone on the other end of the telephone is smiling: the smile is in their voice, just as Marianne's beauty is in her writings. Way to go, Maggie's! HVD, MM!
Hi, ScotttheBadger, you old flattterer you ... I thought I had sent you one, but I remember that I emailed you at an address you listed and you never answered, so I thought you had changed your mind. If you'll contact Lex and ask him to send me your email, I'll email you and you can reply with your address and I'll remedy this shameful neglect on my part.
I moved last August, and with a new server, so the email never got here. I asked Lex to send the new email, along with the address of The Badger's Burrow. If I don't hear from you by the end of the week, I'll ask Maggie to send it to you.