Folk Festivals and Memories

This weekend is the Mountain Dance and Folk Festival. If you grew up in WNC, you've probably heard of or been to this at least once in your life. Me, I've been many many times - but most of my memories are of meeting at the Westgate parking lot AFTERWARDS, everyone jamming together, taking a little nip out of bottle into the wee hours of the morning. We also were at the Mountain Youth Jamborees, Bascom Lamar Lunsford Festivals at Mars Hill, Fling Dings and of course the Shin Dig on the Green. My Dad and brothers played at Mountain Winderness camp ground in Burnsville on weekends during the summer, every holiday has a soundtrack...I was lucky to grow up in house filled with music. Bluegrass to Classical to Rock to Pop to Folk, we had it all.

When I think of my Dad's life the two things that stand out besides family are his military service and his music. I wish he could enjoy the Folk Festival just one more time....

Be kind and make good decisions.

Manic Monday

The sun is going down, sounds like storms are rolling in and I am finally sitting with my feet UP.

Poppa has not had a good couple of weeks. He is getting weaker and more feeble everyday. I told my sister Saturday that it was the worst I've seen him. Saturday and Sunday he would not open his eyes and it was very difficult to move him. Abbie spent the night on Saturday and she could not understand why DanDaddy wouldn't open his eyes for her - "He always does!" He is a little stronger and more alert today but he still has trouble responding. I'm hoping he will sleep tonight and be even better tomorrow. The sleep pattern thing is starting to really affect my Mother. I see her getting weaker and more feeble as well. She is need of some major surgery on her hip, but will not plan anything because of Dad. Hard head Ayatollah.

The kids and Terry being here during the day has thrown me off my schedule. We've kept Dad on his, but mine has gone all haywire. Hopefully this week I can get it together and answer emails, update web pages and get back into my comforting housework routine. It will sure help my mood. Being a little OCD (yes, I said a LITTLE) I hate flying by the seat of my pants. Makes me feel all scattered.

The quiet has set in, so I am going to enjoy it for awhile.

And remember, be kind and make good decisions.