A Singing Voice Silenced

I think it was the summer of 1982. There was an Earth Day celebration being held in Central Park. I was there with Shana (and her mother) and I was carrying Shana in a backpack on my back. And as we were wandering around, Shana suddenly started bouncing up and down and saying, “Puff! Puff!”

I listened and picked out what Shana had heard so acutely: Someone was singing one of her favorite bedtime songs, “Puff the Magic Dragon.” Then I realized it was three someones. It was three someones whose voices I recognized immediately.

Her mother and I hotfooted it in the direction of the bandshell and there found, to our surprise, Peter, Paul and Mary singing one of their signature songs. Shana would pipe in “Puff!” every time they got to the refrain.

PP&M were always part of my young adult life. Back in the days when Howie Weinstein was living in NY, he would always organize an expedition for all the local authors whenever PP&M were performing in Westbury Music Fair.

I haven’t seen the trio in years, though, and now I’m saddened to learn that I’ll never have that opportunity again. Nor, even worse, will any of my kids.

RIP Mary Travers.

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