I'm sad, genuinely sad, at the death of Mary Travers. After my mom's youngest brother introduced me to the music of Peter, Paul, and Mary, it became a staple in my library of albums and later, CDs. Their songs informed my earliest concept of justice with "If I Had a Hammer," while "Puff the Magic Dragon," a song I still can't listen to without tearing up, helped me to understand that the transition from childhood to maturity would be painful. I can't think of a time when I didn't have Peter, Paul, and Mary songs to brighten my day, remind me of happier times, or make me wish for better ones.
The world has lost a treasure, and I feel as though I have lost an old friend.