We were big Gail Davies fans, way back when. Hadn't thought of her for a while. Here's one from an album we used to listen to often in LP days. In 1981 Sheila's grandmother -- we called her Granny -- died at 97. Bright and cheerful and practical to the end. She had bad eyes and weak knees but was sharp as a tack mentally. I think it was about the time of her death that this song became a favorite of ours. We named our eldest partly for Granny.
So enjoy a little nostalgia this Sunday in memory of Annie Belle Brannon Snell.