My father, Charles E. Dolby, was born and grew up in Huntington County, Lancaster Township, in northern Indiana. His parents were Frank and Gertrude (Beghtel) Dolby. For most of his adult life he lived on Vine Street. He was trained as a barber and practiced barbering for a while but then joined the City Fire Department as well as working off days at Home Lumber Company. He was an excellent carpenter and expanded our house to accommodate the family of seven and also built a lake cottage up in Noble County, Indiana. He loved fishing and kept bee moths in the refrigerator (Ick). He encouraged my singing and guitar playing as a teenager, and I think he was really proud to be driving me down to Bloomington to start my college education. He died in 1999, just before the start of the new millennium. I often wonder what he would make of things to day. He was a natural engineer and could fix almost anything. I miss him. The song I sing in this video is a traditional ballad, Child 113, and it tells of the fate of a mythical father.
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Mother’s Day 2020
I miss my mother every day. She was a truly marvelous person. I wrote this song–“The First One”–shortly after she died eighteen years ago. Loretta Dolby was bright, creative, caring, gracious, loving, musical, patient, hard-working, always fair, insightful, nearly always smiling, and above all warmly and intensely engaged with everyone around her. At age sixteen, she lost her own mother and took over the role of mother to her toddler age sister, helped her father and brothers on the farm, and set aside her own plans for college for a while until she could work, borrow, and scrimp her way through Manchester College. She became a teacher and taught fourth graders for many years. She married and had five children. I was the fourth. My life has been immensely blessed by having her as my mother and guiding light.
That First Time Ever Album
Here is the cover from that album recorded back in the 1960s. FYI.