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My grandmothers never sang to me. Of course, my grandmothers weren’t the matriarchs of modern country music. In 1966, Sara and Maybelle had neither “the breath,” as Sara put it, nor the breadth of their youth, but they had never sounded more accessible. As good company in an empty apartment as any memory. —Caroline Schweiter