Gypsy at Heart: First Time Ever by Peggy Seeger
The best part of any story is in the telling and so it is for Peggy Seeger’s memoir, First Time Ever (Faber&Faber) published last December. Seeger, the half-sister of Pete Seeger, the legendary folk artist, has written about her life with wit and sentimentality. Her story features a large cast of characters including family members, friends and musicians. Among her many accomplishments as a folk musician, most people may only know of Peggy Seeger as the partner of Ewan MacColl, the songwriter, historian and composer of “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”, written for Seeger in the first year of their liaison. But her achievements as an artist go much further and now, in her 82ndyear, we get to enjoy the stories of her life from the front row.
Seeger was born in 1935 in New York City. Her father was Charles (Charlie) Seeger was a composer and ethnomusicologist. Her mother, Charles’s second wife, was Ruth Crawford, a piano teacher and classical composer who was a member of the so-called “ultra-moderns” that included American composer, Elliott Carter. And although Peggy Seeger loved and respected her mother’s artistic successes in spite of “having children after the age of 33”, she reveals that her mother, “…read Perry Mason detective stories…drank oceans of black coffee”. Yet lamenting the loss of a closer connection, “I only knew her folk music persona, her classical piano playing, her attempts to cook.” Seeger was raised in a musical house along with her brother Mike and sister, Barbara, “a tangle of children”, each two years apart. Pete was the elder son who used to visit his siblings and sing song’s he learned while touring the world. Writes Seeger, “Pete was as good an education for us as the teachers.”
Seeger writes affectionately about her childhood, which, growing up with so many musicians in her family set the foundation for her life as an artist, “at two-years-old songs entered my bloodstream.” She started playing instruments at the age of six and unconsciously made a commitment to learning Folk songs. Her entire memoir is full of her love for folk songs, not only from the United States, but Scotland, Ireland, Wales and England. All through her book she drops nuggets of music history while quoting lyrics, “to be read aloud”, and making strong historical connections between traditional folk tunes and their roots. Seeger was once asked where she got her versions from, “The songs: I am theirs and they are mine while I’m here…I have nurtured them like children and brought them forth with me in time”. Seeger released her first album in 1955, Folk Songs of Courting and Complaint (Smithsonian/Folkways), recorded just after the death of her mother in November 1953.
But the passages that had the most impact for me are Seeger’s assessments of herself, written with sobering frankness. Of her teenage years she says “I was a lolloping, spontaneous loner who studied, made no friends, who sewed most of her own clothing…could a girl grow up in the middle-class suburb in the Western world like that now…adventurous and ready for anything?” Upon meeting Ewan MacColl at an auction, in 1956, “I tottered in on high heels to meet my next thirty-three years. One woman and a tribe of older men and so much smoke in the room that I didn’t notice him at first.” It is this part of Seeger’s story of which she devotes the most pages. When she met him, MacColl was married, nearly 15 years her senior but with an “intensity of passion” that absorbed Seeger immeasurably during their entire time together. (Seeger married MacColl in 1977, for tax reasons) As she admits early on in the book, “…I’m holding myself over a flame in this memoir hoping to discover a definitive identity.” In fact Seeger’s book occasionally reads as therapy: who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? Deep questions that she asks but doesn’t necessarily answer to her own satisfaction or ours. Perhaps Seeger is still a work in progress.
Nevertheless, Seeger’s demeanor about life in general is very clear. Her attitude about judging one’s choices is practically absent, as she walks through life with an “of course; why not?” approach. Consequently, offers of trips to Europe or touring Scotland on a scooter in poor weather, gave her the opportunity to live spontaneously and in the moment, a freedom she granted herself often with the help and insistence of the passionate MacColl. But it wasn’t easy to have such an intense relationship that included two children out of wedlock, three “illegal abortions” and pursue a life in music. Seeger’s remarkably earnest about her own feelings characterized with brutal cynicism, but she always found a way out of the emotional turmoil of loving an older man. She writes, “Our work saved us, the politics, the recording projects, the next Radio Ballad, the new songs we were learning and writing.” Clearly the bond between Seeger and MacColl was incredibly strong, enriched by their mutual love of meeting people around the world, a shared view of politics (on the Left) and the all-important, performing in front of an audience.
But Seeger’s key thoughts about living with MacColl come late in the book, “Ewan was easy to be with. Night and day together for thirty years and I was never bored.” Then, another terrific memory: in 1972, MacColl receives a royalty cheque for $75,000, the same year their daughter Kitty is born and everything changes for the better, at least financially-speaking. “It’s the end of twelve years of scraping, worrying, having to take every single paying job.” The royalty was partially earned from Roberta Flack’s versionof “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” recorded in 1969, but made a hit three years later, when it was featured in Clint Eastwood’s movie, Play Misty For Me, his directorial debut. Seeger admits, “as per usual, we’d never heard of her…”
Seeger’s book of recollection is full of great tales about her life, but I would have liked more stories about her brother Mike, a fine musician and composer in his own right, and about Pete, who died in 2014 at the age of 94. She writes fondly of her siblings, especially during their dying days. Now 82, Peggy Seeger has found a kind of peace with herself as the eldest among the Seeger clan, which reunites every two years. I’m confident that she’ll continue to enrich her family with more stories as much as her memoir has enriched ours. A curated album based on the songs she writes about in her book, is available on Bandcamp.