My name is Peggy Lynn. When I legally dropped my last name it was like riding a bike without the training wheels. I felt free from the history of a temultuous childhood and an acquired name from a failed marriage. I believe that we are a product of our past, but that does not mean that the end of our story has to turn out with the same bad fortune it started with.
I am Swedish, Norwegian and German decent born to a Contralto Alto Soloist. Four Generations of singers, everyone in my family has musical talent of some sort. Singing happy birthday at our family gatherings is usually in an unplanned or rehearsed 5-part harmony. It is different every time, but always has beautiful harmonies to whoever leads.
Though I was born in sunny southern California, I spent many of my years as a pre-teen growing up in Minnesota on a 40-acre horse ranch with my father and stepmother. I learned how to break and train Arabian horses and was known as the local “horse whisperer”. All I did was spend more time with the horse and built a relationship of trust with them and gradually worked up to putting on halters, saddles and bits.
Gardening on the High Point Ranch meant that we grew everything above and under the ground that we would need for the entire winter. Minnesota ranch living gave me my country roots and love for open spaces.
Some of my fondest memories growing up are of my grandmother Inga, (Swedish) a Licensed Vocational Nurse. She would call my brothers and I from acres away with what sounded like she was yodeling our names as loud and high as she could. It was so loud that we could never ignore her call and would always come home from horse back riding. She must have had some great lungs and vocal pipes as well. Grandma Inga would sit me down next to her and tell me that I should become a nurse. She would have been very proud if she knew that I became a nurse and went on to become a nursing instructor for LVNs. She passed when I was only 11; though her time with me was short she had a strong impact on my future.
After living with an abusive father I left Minnesota at the age of 16 and went to California to live with my mother leaving my brothers in Minnesota. My brothers were only 15, and 13 and arranged to join me a year later but were so afraid to tell our father that they stole the Cadillac and drove themselves (no drivers license or experience driving a car only tractors) to the airport with out him knowing. They left the car there at the airport and flew to California.
I grew up playing music instruments with my brothers. I played the piano, clarinet, and flute and sang in The Children’s Chorus and church choirs. My passion for writing music and singing did not happen until after I became a mother so it was put aside. Music has always been my way of expressing my feelings and my children remember at the earliest of age growing up with me playing my guitar and singing at all hours of the day. I have had to the opportunity to work with some extremely talented musicians in Nashville Tennessee and also perform regularly with Peggy Lynn & The Vintage Cowboys Band. Music has always been a way of reaching people and I have always felt most connected to people when I sing for them.