| The voice sounds too soft to carry for such
long distances. But, thanks to the magic wrought by radio signals, it does
-- to the snowbound family in Alaska, the Illinois biker in black leather,
the trucker in his high up cab whooshing over Arizona highways, and the
single woman staring out of her apartment window at the New York skyline.
. .
Break. A moment of static. 3...2...1. Smooth, up-beat guitar music for a dozen bars or so; fade, and: "From the foothills of the Ozarks, this is the Folk Sampler."
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Guitar music up, then fade.
"My name is Mike Flynn, with another program of folk, traditional, bluegrass, and blues." Music up, music fade. "It used to be called woman's work, but today it's still with us,
no matter who does it; and not surprisingly, through the years, it's been
celebrated in song. We call it washing. Here's a washing song from more
than a hundred years ago, `Washin' Tub,' sung by . . ."
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