Sounds of my mother music

the music of my mother...my mom has a large collection of folk music from the 60's and 70's. growing up i was tortured by the sound of BOb Dylan, joan Baez, and such crying the plight of the civil rights era. they fought wars with poetry and acoustics and curled in a ball in my closet trying to block them out.
but now i actually like Dylan and some of the sound i once whined through.
This year the music world lost two of my mother favorite singers.
Odetta husky meaningful voice loomed through our house as if it were so apart of the meaning of our home it held the walls up and kept the roof from caving in.
Mirium Mekeba on rare foreign sound close to my grandfather home land...a mix of meaning and plight of south Africa. i remember her with the smell of Portuguese sausage on Sunday mornings, and wind blowing open the old dusty shades in the hall that only showed light on those warm afternoon.