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I met Naomi at the Albert Brothers cabin in the late 1960s, when I first started going there and joining in on the jam sessions every Saturday night. She was always there to listen to the music. She knew my mother was sick and she always asked about her--which meant a lot to me. Time went by, and I got a call from her daughter, saying Naomi had passed away. She said Naomi would like me to play my song, "Come on Down to Waretown," at her funeral. I was happy to oblige. She was a dear, sweet...
Peter J. Curry
November 13, 2024



