We stopped in Corbin to have lunch with a beloved cousin, our quilter Debbee. And she had such a lovely surprise. A toasty warm quilt for each of us.
If predictions of another bitterly cold winter are true, this bad boy will be a constant companion. I love it!
If you've never been to this festival, it is kind of hard to explain. The rain interrupted the the flow of musicians rather drastically on Friday, but folks were braver on Saturday and Sunday. Anywhoo, this guy, John Rice Irwin. travelled all over Appalachia, taking anything anyone would part with, including an entire post office, multiple cabins, a sawmill, etc.
He has them set around (cabins and such) in a green hilly area, kind of like a little village, with a couple of big buildings that hold the small treasures. In addition to musical groups, there are folks making beans and cider over open fires, demonstrating weaving, spinning, cedar shingle making, and on and on.
You might discover that one of the treasures was donated by your Dad's brother- weird.
A donkey, mule, a few sheep, goats, chickens and ducks are thrown in for a little farming community ambiance.
So, there are scheduled groups who appear on three stages, but in fine weather, there is some little group picking around every corner you turn from five year olds to 80 year olds.
|This is a Dad and his four boys. Many groups are families.|
Then, the autoharp and dulcimer society, might be camping out at your very own hotel and spend the after hours serenading you in the lobby.
Or you might go to the local Golden Girls restaurant, and a whole group of musicians on guitar, Dobro, violin, bass, mandolin and banjo, again the youngest and quite accomplished eleven year old fiddler, to the seventy something grandpa, set up right beside you and provide entertainment for another hour.
This very place is the very reason I came to own both a guitar and a dulcimer that I still can't play Mary Had a Little Lamb on. Ahem, well, maybe next year.
And, as always, grateful to go, grateful to return safely, grateful for the nephew who tends my critters whilst I'm away. Thank you Lord!