When I ran a club in London way back when, I booked Hedy, and she gave us a wonderful evening of song. Afterwards I told her I had enjoyed the evening, and had always loved her stuff, and she gave me a big kiss. Didn't really want to wash my face for days afterwards. Lovely lady, don't know about most folks, but I miss her. Somewhere I have an old Sing Out with a piece on her, and a pic of her in pigtails (braids) from when she was a young banjo picker, and it mentioned her father Don West, the poet.
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