Comments on: Steel Drivin’ Man: The Legend of John Henry http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/09/17/steel-drivin-man-the-legend-of-john-henry/ It's All About Me Sat, 04 Sep 2010 04:33:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Ginna http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/09/17/steel-drivin-man-the-legend-of-john-henry/comment-page-1/#comment-960 Ginna Fri, 19 Sep 2008 06:49:59 +0000 http://www.wormlips.com/blog/?p=1523#comment-960 Sydney, Thanks for your kind and compassionate comment. I've been wondering why I even write on this stupid blog rather than on a scrap of paper that ends up under the sofa. Responses like yours must be why. It's so rewarding when someone a) bothers to read my yammering and b) makes some sense out of it. How did I get such friends? Love, Ginna Sydney,

Thanks for your kind and compassionate comment. I’ve been wondering why I even write on this stupid blog rather than on a scrap of paper that ends up under the sofa. Responses like yours must be why. It’s so rewarding when someone a) bothers to read my yammering and b) makes some sense out of it. How did I get such friends?

Love,
Ginna

]]> By: Syd http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/09/17/steel-drivin-man-the-legend-of-john-henry/comment-page-1/#comment-959 Syd Thu, 18 Sep 2008 16:20:55 +0000 http://www.wormlips.com/blog/?p=1523#comment-959 Ginna: Great post! Here's a strange thing: I started to cry even before I read mama Ginna's stanzas. I know about the beauty and poignancy of time spent with our elders, and I know what a special person she is. I remember her voice well, from the original broadcast of your John Henry show. (Which is brilliant, by the way!) I love the close-up of your entwined hands, and boy does the elder Ginna have beautiful hands and nails anyone (at least any non-guitar-playing female) would envy! Just got back from taking Parker to Santa Cruz to his new house (w/7 other guys!) and stopped off in SF to see Hil--then home at oh-dark- thirty. Good to be back home, away from the teeming hordes. Ginna: Great post! Here’s a strange thing: I started to cry even before I read mama Ginna’s stanzas. I know about the beauty and poignancy of time spent with our elders, and I know what a special person she is. I remember her voice well, from the original broadcast of your John Henry show. (Which is brilliant, by the way!)

I love the close-up of your entwined hands, and boy does the elder Ginna have beautiful hands and nails anyone (at least any non-guitar-playing female) would envy!

Just got back from taking Parker to Santa Cruz to his new house (w/7 other guys!) and stopped off in SF to see Hil–then home at oh-dark- thirty. Good to be back home, away from the teeming hordes.

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