I'm the product of a mixed marriage. My father was pure Connecticut Yankee, from the roots of his gingery hair to the tips of his Sperry Topsiders®. Mom was born in Oklahoma.
Dad didn't approve of country music, which he referred to as "that gawdawful yodeling," and wouldn't have it on the radio. But when Dad was out of the house, Mom would tune in to the country station. She loved to sing along and I'd harmonize, singing soprano to her deep alto. Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Patti Page (Mo... [Read more]