This song provides me with golden memories of my beautiful sister when I was still just a small boy. In 1971, she was 15 going on 16 and so much of the music of those days reminds me of her. Heart of Gold is one among the many. In my memory’s eye I can see her holding my hand as we walked on the sidewalks of Wright Avenue in the autumn, colors alive with red and orange and yellow. The harmonica in this song brings me back to simpler days when growing up across the street from a park was probably the most amazing thing to ever happen to a kid. I know Greg and Linda can identify, for though we had yards of our own, the park was also ours and everything in it belonged to us. My heart of gold lives in that park with my childhood friends and my big sister.
From the historical writing archive. Original date: November 5, 2017. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.
