Doc,
Apparently our paths were destined to cross long ago because I have a photo
taken by my San Franciscan boyfriend in 1979 that shows me sitting
at the front of a small stage at Talkeetna Bluegrass Festival watching
a band called the "Doc South Family Band" playing. I thought it such a
gift that a family could and would play music together. I had no idea
then what was to be my fate for many years to follow...
I cannot tell you how great it is to still see your smiling face. We go back to 1982 when we were first neighbors, although your reputation had preceded itself all the way down to Washington State University where I was then in grad school - You a Staff Psychiatrist at API, me a student intern Psychologist who later fell in love with one of your sons and also began her dream of becoming a performer. Louise was always inviting shy, little ole' me to come over and jam. I was so scared and sure I couldn't do it. But you all welcomed me anyway...
I continue to remember the gigs at the Willow Trading Post - (one time Mary Carey showing up), Montana Creek Lodge, many festivals (Anchorage and Fairbanks Folk Festivals, Renaissance Fairs, Sutton, Talkeetna, Chitina, Seward Fourth of July parade, a square dance out on the Glenn Highway and lodge where Libby Riddles showed up), and particularly the time KSKA held a fest attended by thousands of people. I was absolutely terrified and never could have sung or played a lick were I not a member of the Doc South Family Band.
Then there were the tales, times, and road trips when Dan, Bill, Stephanie, and I carried on the family band tradition for a while...
Because of your many shared stories I feel a part of the history of what was happening in traditional music in Fairbanks before you came down to Anchorage and continued to spread your influence there. (Your musical time in Anchorage is a book in and of itself).
You and the family welcomed me like one of your own...You have influenced so many people in so many ways, be that through music, lending a hand to someone in need, a shoulder to cry on, encouragement to a novice player, teaching others to dance and get along with each other through the gift of music.
I hope to honor your son William's talent and legacy by playing some of the many fine songs we wrote and performed together after the Family Band broke up.
You have truly lived a life of service to others and may those many blessings given be returned to you until your last day on the planet and beyond...
Sincerely,
Deb Wessler
Homespun Productions
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