When I was a child there were Peter, Paul, and Mary. They were folk singers in an era which was simpler and less electronic and much more acoustic with melody and harmony holding more weight than some overpowering electric guitar riff or pulsating syncopated drum solo ...
In particular I was enamored with their renditions of Puff the Magic Dragon (my fantasy laden mind certainly would have been attracted there) and If I had a Hammer and Bob Dylan's Blowing in the Wind. Later, there was Leaving on a Jet Plane during my high school years.
Having no political inclinations whatsoever made their music sublime for it was when the apolitical aspects of my manchild's mind departed that I pretty much went my separate ways for the politics sullied their performance art in all my impetuousness and we were estranged for many years in between.
As aging does she suffered the ravages much in the same way it has ravaged me and she evolved into a likeness I may not have recognized had I not been through the process of her disease along with the rest of us following the so-called "pop" culture.
Regardless, she had a valiant go fighting various illnesses and cancer until she succumbed to Leukemia on September 16, 2009 at 72 years of age. She remains a pillar of my musical experience and I have cherished those recordings with which I used to sing right along until shyness overtook my personality around the fifth grade.