American folk music
Column: Did anyone not cherish Pete Seeger? For his ardency. His optimal resilience. His picking on a banjo, strumming a guitar and singing folk songs in thousands of concerts.
In recent years, if you drove the highway out of Beacon, N.Y., you might see an old man standing alongside the road holding a placard reading "PEACE." That would have been Pete Seeger. Even in his 90s, he stood outside for an hour or so in fine weather holding his sign simply because it was a good thing to do.
All my life, I have loved Pete Seeger's music. I loved his guitar and banjo. I loved his invitation to sing along. I loved the things he sang about. But as I learned about his life, I loved him for his faithfulness.
The first record album I ever owned was Peter, Paul and Mary's "Movin' On." I was 5 when my parents gave it to me because it had "Puff, the Magic Dragon" on it. I loved Puff -- I even carried a stuffed green dragon around with me. But as I listened to that album over and over (yes, getting up to physically flip it over), I also learned to sing along with all the songs, thus beginning a lifelong love of folk music.