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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Tablescaping Respite

 I took a little break on Sunday to de-clutter  the kitchen table. With canning season and junking, the table got piled up in the past week with jars, mail, glassware and other interesting stuff. All of it had no place on the table so it was clean-up time. And in the process of putting things where they belonged, I decided to give the table a fresh look.


Yellows and greens came to the table this time, oddly since those colors also surfaced in my booth displays this month. Yellow is my favorite color so I really enjoyed putting this together. The green placemats have been in use since last fall, I think. I don't know the brand but they wash beautifully, a real plus in my book. I added yellow napkins and a few other things after I took the pictures. We're never really finished with a display, are we--at least, I know I'm not!



A little pink mixed in too, and a lot of white. I found this teapot at a thrift store, and a month or so later found the matching teacup. The ball pitcher was a find in Erie, PA this Spring. I thought about selling it, but I just like it too much to let it go. I bought the big crystal underplate to sell with a glass cake cover; now I am thinking of keeping it because it's such a useful size.


 A few favorite plates displayed together made a nice touch, I think. That little one with the roses is a special favorite of mine and has been on the table since Spring.


A favorite paperweight rests on an upturned bottom plate of a green Depression glass mayonnaise set. I don't have the other part, but the base is useful in all kinds of ways.



That sweet little sugar and creamer set I showed last week found its way onto the table too.

Have you done some pretty tabletops lately? I'd enjoy seeing them so if you post photos let me know and i'll hop right over.

Linking to these friends this week: Colorado Lady, Apron Thrift Girl, Her Library Adventures, From my Front Porch to Yours and A Coastal Charm. Check them out to see lots of great thrifting finds and vintage items!


Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Monday, July 30, 2012

The Blennerhassett Story

This is a story of illicit love, or political intrigue, squandered fortunes and a wilderness estate unlike any other of its time. It is a story of ambition, empire, and some say treason. It is romantic, suspenseful and even sad. It is the story of Blennerhassett Island and the ill-fated couple who made it, for a few brief years, their home.

It began in Ireland in the late 1700's when Harman Blennerhassett, son of wealthy landowners, fell in love. That's usually considered normal for a young, single man but  Harman fell in love with his niece, Margaret Agnew, and he married her. This union was against the law of both the church and the land and young Blennerhassett, wealthy though he was, realized that he and his bride would have to leave Ireland to find a new home in another land. Young Blennerhassett was well-to-do, having inherited his father's fortune even though he was the third son, because his two older brothers did not live long enough to inherit the family estate. Harman sold his inheritance, packed up his wife, and left the British Isles for a new life.

So began a journey that began with high hopes and high adventure. The young couple landed in New York City and spent a pleasant time there, wining and dining with the high society of their day. Mrs. Blennerhassett was beautiful, her husband charming, so the writings of the time tell us. They soon made plans to travel   to Marietta, Ohio and from there on to points west. The trip over land (across the route that we now know as Route 40, or the National Road) to Pittsburgh, and then by river to Marietta. In those days this was the easiest route across the Allegheny Mountains. Marietta was considered the "gateway to the West" as it was the landing point for many vessels coming down the river filled with settlers, trappers and speculators all bound for the wild western frontier.

The Blennerhassetts did not travel light. A string of wagons accompanied them, filled with fine furnishings for the new home they planned to build wherever they found a place that suited them. They ended up spending the winter in Marietta and liked the people and the lay of the land so well they decided to settle there. Someone told them of an island in the Ohio, an island three miles long that was not too far downriver from Marietta. Blennerhassett bought the island and set about building his dream home.

No expense was spared in the building of this house. Fine building materials were shipped to Marietta and used in its construction. The house had a central house and two wings adjoining it by curving palladian galleries. One wing ended in the summer kitchen, the other in Harman's study. A greenhouse, orangerie, wine cellar, music room, and library were all incorporated into the house's plans. Silver, crystal, brocade rugs, and fine furnishings adorned the rooms. Travelers along the Ohio River were astonished when, rounding a bend in the river, they were met by a view of a stately white mansion in what was otherwise a wilderness.

And visitors were more than welcome at the Blennerhassett home. Social gatherings of all kinds were held at the mansion. Harman and Margaret were gracious hosts and word spread of their "Eden on the River."

Enter Aaron Burr, former Vice President and Presidential candidate. You might remember him from your American history lessons--he is the one who was in the duel with Alexander Hamilton at Weehawken, New Jersey, and killed Hamilton. Burr was on the run; dueling was illegal even in those days and he would have faced trial for murder had he been detained in New Jersey. However, he made his escape to Philadelphia and there he laid low, living with friends. While in Philadelphia he met some men who had grand plans. They wanted to take the Northwest Territories and Mexico and create a new empire. They would become the royalty of this new country.

Burr was all ears and promised to seek financial backing for the venture. He agreed to travel to New Orleans and persuade the Spanish government to back this scheme. Burr was a good choice for the job because he had a charismatic personality that had gotten him far in politics. He traveled the same route as the Blennerhassetts had taken some years earlier. As his flatboat floated down the Ohio, he was amazed to see a mansion on an island, with sweeping lawns, farmed fields, and a gracious home with glowing white paint situated on a rise above the river. he ordered his boatman to pull in to shore, and walked up to house to make the acquaintance of its owners.

I am sure Burr was also assessing the value of the location to his plans of conquest. Located strategically just below the supply point of Marietta, the island could be an excellent place for staging supplies, gathering recruits, and so on. Burr charmed the Blennerhassetts and it did not take much persuading to convince Harman to go in on the empire scheme. Harman had spent a great deal of money establishing his island home and getting the fields into production. The lifestyle was expensive too, and he saw his fortune dwindling at an alarming rate. Burr's talk of empire, becoming royalty, riches of the wilderness must have seemed like just the thing to relieve Harman's financial anxiety.

Although Burr and his friends had tried to keep their plans quiet, rumors began to spread about what he was planning to do. Eventually these rumors reached all the way to Washington and into the White House, where Thomas Jefferson at first ignored them but then began to pay attention. In October of 1806, Burr's co-conspirator, General James Wilkinson, decided to abandon his connection with Burr and informed Jefferson of the plan to create a new empire in the west. Jefferson sent federal troops to apprehend Burr and Blennerhassett.

Word reached the island just ahead of the troops and Burr and Harman Blennerhassett fled, leaving Margaret behind. The troops arrived and created havoc on the island before departing downriver. Eventually the two men were arrested and charged with treason. Harman was forced to sspend most of his remaining funds to defend himself against the charges. He was eventually cleared, as was Burr, and returned to the island to try to repair the damage done by the troops but it was beyond repair. He and Margaret moved to Mississippi where he invested in a cotton plantation. Here too, luck failed him and he lost his land.

He and Margaret moved many times after that, to Canada, back to Ireland and then to the island of Guernsey, where Harman died in 1831, still bitter about the loss of his home and fortune. Margaret eventually returned to the US, and lived in New York City until she died in 1842. Until her death she continued to seek compensation from the government for the destruction of her beloved home on the island. She died with little to her name.

Margaret was buried in New York, but her remains were later returned to Blennerhassett Island, where she rests beside her son, Harman Blennerhassett, Jr.

And so ended the dream of an island paradise, a dream of empire and royal status, and a love that, while not condoned by law, lasted through many storms and hardships for thirty-seven years.

Today the mansion (destroyed completely by fire many years ago) is rebuilt and visitors can tour it and the island. It is a place filled with the ghosts of the past, and a soft sadness for what might have been.


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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Friday: A Day Off


Antique malls, flea markets, two historic hotels and a museum. That was our day Friday.

We took the day off; I'd been storytelling all day Thursday and Larry had worked on catching up the mowing and garden work. He wanted a break and I was certainly game. We decided to go to Parkersburg to check out an antiques mall I'd noticed last week and to visit some of the historic places around the town.

First though, we stopped at the Goodwill in Ripley. "I'll just be a minute," I said. Right. Who knew they were having an inventory reduction sale? Big boxes of stuff were in the middle of the store and it was something like dumpster diving to find what was in there. Everyone was so good-natured and helped each other reach things. I remarked to a little boy that the boxes were full of junk, and he replied, "This whole place is full of junk!" Wisdom from a babe, but he meant it in a good way.

So after I resurfaced from the boxes we headed out of town. We found the antique mall which turned out to be only one month old. No wonder I'd never seen it before. The owners were enthusiastic and cheerful. After browsing I asked about renting a space. No luck; they're full and have a l-o-n-g waiting list. We enjoyed the visit though, and we'll go back because the prices were pretty reasonable.

We left and headed to Marietta, OH, just across the river. Our destination was the Lafayette Hotel's Gun Room where we intended to have lunch. When we got there, I thought, "Oh no! This is the wrong hotel! The gun room is in the Blennerhassett in Parkersburg!" So, we left and found our way to another antique mall, this one right in the center of town in an old brick building (I will need to find out its history). Here I found a booth with everything marked 50% off, so you know I shopped! I asked about renting a space here too--we liked this place even better than our first stop. There were many customers in the store, the location was excellent, there were lots and lots of booths an a wide variety of things to look at. All pluses in my book.

As it happened there was a small space available, so I rented it right on the spot. I'll be moving my booth from the Ripley location this week and setting up in this new place. I'm really excited about this one, and I think it has good potential for me to grow my business into an even larger space later on. I'll post photos as soon as I get set up.

We left and after a few u-turns we found Rinky Dink's Flea Market. This used to be a thriving place but it was nearly empty. We bought lunch and looked around; again I found some very good deals, especially from 2 vendors who could not change a $20 bill so sold me the things I wanted for half price--I had enough to do that. I ended up with four Fenton stoppers, a black Fenton bottle (damaged though--I swear I think this guy got these things out of Fenton's dump; there was dirt all in the creases) and 2 odd red  glass pieces marked with a W in a circle on the bottom for $4. I have no idea what they are but I'll post photos and maybe someone can tell me. I also got a nice pattern glass dish for $1, too. At another booth I bought 2 percolators (one quite old) because I have heard customers at my mall asking for them.

We still had time to explore so after getting turned around a few times we arrived at the Blennerhassett Museum. If you are wondering about that name, there is quite a story attached that I will post tomorrow. I am amazed that no one has made it into a movie yet; it's full of mystery, intrigue, romance, forbidden love, famous people, suspense, loss, plots--you name it.

We did finally stop at the Blennerhassett Hotel but by then all we wanted was something cold to drink and a quiet place to sit. And guess what? The gun room was at the Lafayette anyway! Still, it was a lovely break in our day, and we drove home feeling pretty happy with our day off. And we have an excuse to go back sometime to see that gun room, which I understand is quite a treat.

(Sorry for so few photos today. My camera battery was almost dead.)

Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Vintage Thursday: Recent Finds

One of the advantages of being a traveling storyteller is that I find neat little out-of-the-way shops in my travels. I've been fortunate lately to make some good finds.

First are these lovely lamps. They're not real stained glass of course; they're made in China but I adore them. They were priced at $12.99 each, but the day I was there, all lamps were half price. Lucky me! The worker there said the lamps had just been put out for sale moments before I came in; two other women tried to buy them before I could get them to the register.


My original intent was to re-sell them, but when I put bulbs in and turned them on, I knew they were staying right here.

 I've found some beautiful Early American Pattern Glass here and there. I do love finding these dishes and identifying the patterns. It can take hours and sometimes I will look for days before I find the name, and it is always a thrill when I finally identify it.


This piece is a pattern called Wildflowers; it was made by Adams company in Pittsburgh around 1874. This plate is in almost perfect condition. With the age of pattern glass pieces, it's not unusual to find some chips and other damage and a perfect piece is fairly rare. I found only one small chip on this.

This pretty creamer is in the pattern called Ruffles, made by U.S. Glass around 1891. I like the bubbles in the glass. Although bubbles in newer glass are considered undesirable, they are commonplace in old glass.

I was stunned at the price on this lovely covered butter dish in the Portland pattern, also made by U.S. Glass. Sometimes people think this glass is cheap new glass because it is heavy and there may be rough edges from the molds used back when this process was still being developed.

Another surprising find was this bowl in the Panelled Acorn pattern, made by Portland Glass around 1874. I paid $1 for it; I don't know its value but I'm sure it's worth more than that.

Another view of the bowl, but it doesn't do it justice.



This old piece was really being abused at the flea market where I found it. It was very dirty and had a collection of oddments in it. I asked, and the guy said, "You can have it for $1." I took it. This old piece was made in Wellsburg, WV by the Riverside Glass Company in the 1880's. It should have a rounded lid that completes the circle started by the base. The pattern is called Center Medallion, not very creative but certainly nice to look at. It has issues--a fairly large chip on the base, two small cracks inside the glass, and paint speckled on it. But I love it even with its faults and will be searching for a lid for it. Will I sell it? Probably not. I doubt it has much value in its condition, except to me. There is one listed on eBay now (not mine), complete with lid, so if you're curious to see what the complete item looks like, you can see it here.

 Not everything I found was EAPG, of course.

At the place where I have my new booth, I found this gorgeous green Depression glass berry bowl set, made by Hazel Atlas


 The color is really intense; it shows better when the bowls are stacked. I believe this is the "uranium glass" that glows in a black light, but I need to get a blacklight to test it.




 

These candlesticks are a bit more modern--1950's to be exact. These sell well and for good prices on eBay IF they are in perfect condition. The chrome on these needs some real cleaning, and the lucite on one appears foggy in one place so I'm not sure if I can get them back to original condition. If I can, I will make an excellent profit; if I can't I will still make a very good profit on them so it will be worth the elbow grease.


These copper kettles also need elbow grease. I've washed them both and begun cleaning one of them. They were filthy! These were Goodwill finds; I think someone had them on top of a cabinet and never cleaned them. I still have a lot of work to do to get them clean.

This is the pattern called Gay Fad, made by a company called Bartlett Collins around 1950. It looks brand new, inside and out. It's actually much prettier than my poor picture.

I'm still researching these lamps. The gold flowers are added on, not painted, and there is a sticker on one of the lamps that says "V V Made in France." They are quite heavy. I haven't cleaned them up yet, and have no idea of their age but I liked their shape and style.

I liked the shape of this tall Japan-made pitcher too--another flea market find. And last is this sweet little sugar and creamer. My gut tells me this is EAPG but I haven't researched them. There are chips on both pieces but at less than 80 cents for the pair I could not pass them up. They'll probably be in my kitchen, my morning tea companions.


I hope you've had some happy hunting and good finds lately too!

Linking to these friends: Colorado Lady, Apron Thrift Girl, Her Library Adventures, From my Front Porch to Yours and A Coastal Charm. Check them out to see lots of great thrifting finds and vintage items!

Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

My New, Temporary Booth

 Yes, I said temporary because I will not be keeping my booth at this place. I will be moving it out before September 1. Before I get into my reasons for this decision, here are a few pics of what it looks like:

 This is a much smaller booth than my first one, and I've stocked it with larger items for the most part. It was difficult to get a good angle, so pardon the slant! It's not really so crooked.

 I decided to focus on more "primitive" items in this booth. Old implements and tins make up the bulk of the items.

 I added a rack of linens in the rocking chair corner for a softer touch,
and some glassware that is lower-dollar than my booth in Ravenswood. There is room for more, but I will not be adding anything else because I will be moving out before September 1.

Why am I not going to stay here? Lots of reasons. I took the booth on a chance that the new owner might be pro-active and really get this place going.

Some past history: This has been a flea market for years, run by a couple who did not lease out spaces but filled the place with their own items. They had a lot! But the arrangement was mishmash, the lighting poor, no air conditioning and last winter, no heat. The exterior is unpromising with vines covering most of the brick and no attractive entryway. The roof leaks in places, the floor needs re-tiled or the tile removed and the concrete repaired and painted.

When I rented my space the new owner told me that he would be open 7 days a week, 10-7 weekdays and 12-6 on Sundays. That sounded good to me. He had lots of idea for improving the place and I liked his energy and vision. We have been customers for some time and had gotten to know the young man who took over the place. I wanted him to succeed in his new venture and was willing to rent a space and see how things went.

There are some important things necessary to make a business a go and these things are lacking and not likely to happen any time soon at this location. Good lighting, an attractive exterior and welcoming entrance are important. A ballast is bad over my booth and although he has promised to fix it, it's unlikely to get done because he is operating too close to the financial edge. The photos above were taken with a flash, and still look dark even though it was a bright sunny day outside.

Clean floors and a clean smell are important to me and I would guess to most other shoppers; moldy odors turn people off. Hand-written signs speak of making do or lack of funds. Maintaining hours and posting them on the doors are important. A web presence of some kind, at least a Facebook page, is expected.

The real problem, though, is that the new owner accepts only cash. No cards, no checks. That is a death knell for sales, at least to me. Whenever I visit a place that cannot accept my debit card or credit card, and refuses to take my check--well, I usually leave empty-handed. This owner will not even take my check, and I'm a vendor! I understand his reluctance; bad checks are on the rise these days. But today I left with nothing, although I saw at least $30 worth of items I would have bought had he taken my check. As a seller, I see many potential sales not happening because most people just don't carry cash. How likely are they to go find and ATM, pay a fee, and come back? Very unlikely, if I'm an average customer. I know I won't do it.

At my first booth, things are done right. There is great lighting, an attractive, bright exterior and a smiling face saying hello when I enter. There is a security system in place; the AC and heat work; the floors are washed regularly and the staff dust when they have a quiet moment. There is advertising on the interstate, flyers in rest stops and radio and print ads. I get a printout every two weeks of items sold, the price, the percentage to the owner and my net. There is no feeling of pinching pennies and checks, cards and cash are equally welcome.

I won't have time to move it before August 1 so I'll be renting for another month. After that, I'll be moving on, I'm pretty sure. It would take some drastic changes to induce me to stay, and some stellar sales. I don't see either happening.
 
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Booth Update

As I mentioned before, I expanded my booth at the Riverbend Antique Mall recently. Here are a few photos of the changes. I worked on it again today so some things have already changed since yesterday.


 As you can see, it feels a lot more spacious.


 Somehow a lot of yellow seemed to come my way lately.

I think my favorite thing on this table is the green breadbox. It might have to come home with me.

I love the way this unit turned out. I had two different lamps on top but they sold in a day or two so these two are stand-ins until I get two more ready. 

I like this one too. Boy if only my shelves at home were so organized! 


 The cobalt pieces add some spark here. There were some pretty cobalt-rimmed plates on the shelves but they sold. Which is a good thing, right?



 Enough for tonight! I will post more later this week, and also some of my new booth in a different mall.


Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Hello Man


 A tale based on a conversation with Ray, who lives in the assisted living facility where I recently told stories.

"Have you ever heard of the "Hello Man? You haven't? Then let me tell you a story.

"I grew up on Big Laurel, in Mingo county. When I was a boy we lived right beside the creek. The road ran sometimes in the creek, sometimes on the bank, you know how those old roads were. People said sometimes at night you could hear someone coming along the road hollering, "Hello!" but the person, or thing, never was seen so people thought it was a spirit, a ghost, you know. It was spooky enough along the creek the way the branches hung overhead. The moonlight could just barely filter through, making little white patches in the pitch dark. On moonless nights, you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. You can imagine how scary it would be to be walking on that road and suddenly hear someone calling out, and knowing no live person was really there.

"My uncle was visiting us one night. He was a circuit-riding preacher and was passing through our holler on his way to his next church. We were all out on the porch, just talking and visiting. The night was pitch dark and warm, a humid summer night when the locusts were still calling. In the distance we could hear a hoot owl's call, and a whippoorwill's song far up in the hills. I believe it was August, can't be sure. Over the noise of the insects we heard him.

"Hello? Hello! He-llllll-ooooooo..." The voice drifted up the holler, echoing, repeating, fainter and fainter.

My uncle sat straight up. "Who is that?" he asked.

"That's the Hello Man," I told him. "A haint, is what we think it is."

"A haint?"

"Yeah, no one ever sees him, we just hear him hollering Hello. It's right creepy if you're comin' up the road alone at night. People have been hearing him for years, so they say."

My uncle sat back. "No one knows who it might be the spirit of?"

"Nope. We just skedaddle when we hear him. I sure don't want to meet up with no haint in the night!"

"Well, we'll put an end to this." My uncle stood up, picked up his Bible from the porch table and strode off the porch into the night, disappearing under the overhanging trees.

"Hello? Hello? Helloooooo..." The Hello Man's voice sounded closer than ever and we strained our eyes trying to see where our uncle had gone. It seemed like the trees had swallowed him up.

"It was real quiet then for a long time. We were scared. Had the Hello Man got our uncle? We imagined all sorts of terrible things, our uncle hanging from a tree, or lying in the road with his head cut off, or maybe carried off and we'd never see him again. My little brother began to snuffle.

"Shhh! I hear someone coming!" We darted for the door, scrambling inside the house and peeking out through the windows into the blackness beyond. We could see nothing.

Someone stepped up on the porch. My little brother let out a wail, then screamed as the the door burst open.

My uncle stood in the doorway, illuminated by the kerosene lamp on the table. He set down his Bible and dusted his hands together.

"Well," he said, "there will be no more of that."

We never did learn what our uncle had done. But no one ever heard the Hello Man again.


Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Allegheny Echoes: Memories Echoing


 Allegheny Echoes is a week of music and creative writing workshops held near Marlinton, West Virginia for the past 16 years. The worshops were the brainschild of old-time musicians Mike and Tim Bing and writer Kirk Judd. The group wanted to create an atmosphere that would immerse participants in the music and culture of West Virginia in a setting that encouraged creativity and learning. Based at the Marlinton Motor Inn, classes are held outside in tents with views of the surrounding mountains or in a variety of locations in the town of Marlinton.Each day offers a presentation by a Master in a different area: creative writing, old-time or bluegrass music, or specific instruments.

One of the popular features of Echoes is the Wednesday Night Wild Meat Feast. The meats vary from year to year. This year, the meats included bear, venison, clams, wild turkey, lamb and a few others I can't remember. The cooks are class instructors and their friends who volunteer and work for hours to prepare a smorgasbord of fine food. My favorites were the Maryland clams and the turkey, both cooked to perfection.

While the cooks worked, there were jams going on everywhere.

 Author Jim Minick, who was the featured Master for the evening, enjoyed the food too.


 Jim's presentation of his work was one of the highlights of Echoes for me. His writing is rich and thoughtful, detailing life on his blueberry farm in southwestern Virginia and the challenges and joys of rural living as well as the potential for living a more environmentally friendly lifestyle. I bought two of his books and read them both within a week of Echoes.

Junior Spencer

Honoring the elders of our culture is a significant focus for the week;  Junior Spencer and Charlie Loudermilk (they call their group Mudhole Control--I love that name) were the featured Masters on an afternoon when the temperature was over 100 degrees. That didn't stop the music! And on the mountain with the breezes blowing, we all sat and listened willingly to these two men who have been playing together for longer than most of us have been living.


 Charlie Loudermilk

The day following the performance by these two gentleman, the "next generation" of Mudhole Control was onstage. This group includes sons and relations of the Charlie and Junior, the passing down of the music another cultural tradition that is exemplified by these excellent musicians.

Again, temperatures soared into the upper 90's and over 100, but as you can see, the tent was packed and the musicians played on.

One of the real highlights of the week is the Student Concert on Thursday night. Each class is offered time to perform onstage. My dulcimer class chose not to perform; we were more focused on learning the basics of many tunes and did not feel we had any one ready for performance. Larry's banjo class, minus the other man who also took the class, did perform, playing Old Joe Clark. I was so pleased to see Larry up there, and he says he was perfectly comfortable. His instructor, Ben Townsend, was a pleasure to get to know. Ben is a member of the popular old-time group Foxhunt, which is a group of young guys playing old music in a unique style of their own. You can hear Foxhunt here.


Larry, pickin' and grinnin'. This class taught the old-style clawhammer banjo as opposed to the bluegrass style of picking.

And after the concert, a lot of jams, listening, and talking back at the motel. And a few high jinks, too, like lifting someone with this hand trick...it worked but I'm not sure how. I'm not identifying the accessories to this crime!



At the Friday night Masters Concert, the Opera House in downtown Marlinton was packed. Kirk Judd led off the evening with one of his stellar poems, accompanied by Mike and Tim Bing and Danny Arthur.

Then, suddenly


That monster storm of June 29th blew in and the lights went out. Emergency lights came on and since it was pretty terrible outside and we were inside 18-inch thick walls, the audience just stayed while the bands played on. It was an awesome concert, even without lights and sound systems, probably one of the best I've attended.

As we left the Opera House, we realized what a terrible storm had passed through. Trees were down everywhere, power lines were lying in the road, things were tossed around and we saw some damage to homes. We made a safe trip back to the motel, and the rest of the night was music without lights--a very good time despite no electricity.

We packed and left for home the next morning. Even though there were already stories of gasoline shortages, we had no problem, stopping at this little country store and filling up.

Damage was everywhere along the way home. We saw many scenes like this one:

It was an eventful week, filled with music, re-connections with old friends and making new friends, hearing words that cut deep as the poets and writers read their work. And all around us the mountains, weaving their magic, making even the hottest day cooler with their green-ness and soft breezes. We learned a lot; Larry  continues to practice his banjo and I now understand much more about my dulcimer. I've not been as good about practicing but will get to it as soon as these busy storytelling days are over.

Next year, maybe I'll take banjo myself!


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