I've been playing that old Leadbelly song "Goodnight Irene" for years. Interestingly enough, it turns out my grandparents (all 4 of them) came to the U.S. at different times on a ship named the Princess Irene. I found this out from the Ellis Island Web Site, which now has all the immigration records on-line. It's a pretty powerful thing to see that someone was brave enough to leave everything behind at the ripe old age of nineteen. Man, I wasn't good for anything at that age, to think they had the presence of mind to make a decision of that magnitude is intimidating.
It's not blues, but on a beautiful Easter Sunday morning it seems appropriate. Hope you all, no matter how you chose to celebrate or what you believe, find a small corner of peace today.
