Andy Hurlbut’s kind heart radiated warmth and happiness wherever she went. With a zest for life that was contagious, she had a unique talent for making people feel special and loved.
Andy had a beautiful voice and a gift for song. Her songs captivated the hearts of listeners, but it was her genuine concern for others that truly touched our
Andy Hurlbut’s kind heart radiated warmth and happiness wherever she went. With a zest for life that was contagious, she had a unique talent for making people feel special and loved.
Andy had a beautiful voice and a gift for song. Her songs captivated the hearts of listeners, but it was her genuine concern for others that truly touched our lives. She had a way of drawing others in and an ability to make everyone she met feel valued. She would listen intently to our songs and stories and share her wisdom. She’d laugh with us and cry with us. She brought comfort when we were lonely and hope when we were discouraged. Her genuine compassion and empathy created deep connections that would last a lifetime.
Time passes but her spirit lingers on. Her songs echo through our hearts and we gather, we sing, and we reminisce in the joy she brought to our lives and the love she poured into the world.
A beautiful porch and main stage of our Glendale Folk Festival now bears Andy’s name as a tribute to her selfless devotion to making people feel special. The songs she shared and the friendships she fostered continue to resonate, reminding everyone how special she was; a reminder of the incredible power one person holds to bring joy and t
A beautiful porch and main stage of our Glendale Folk Festival now bears Andy’s name as a tribute to her selfless devotion to making people feel special. The songs she shared and the friendships she fostered continue to resonate, reminding everyone how special she was; a reminder of the incredible power one person holds to bring joy and to touch the lives of those of us who had the honor of calling her
our friend.
This is the walkway leading to Lon Austin’s front door, holding a collection of talismans, curated by Andy.
These tokens, her protectors and her guides, are like wishbones on a windowsill, now keepsakes, each holding a connection
to our friend,
Andy.
This is a picture of me just after the second world war, with my uncles Y.C. Lindsay and Dell Lindsay in Deming, New Mexico. The thing that I remember most about this time in my life is that my uncles called me, “Lonnie Austoo.”
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