This is just one of the groups playing. When the video starts you can hear Lonna talking to a fellow we sat next to. He is a car dealer from Louisiana, as I recall, a real nice fellow who was "coming back for more" of this entertainment. What you don't learn . . .
My daughter Marni gave me a journal to enter stories and memories from our cabin visits. Writing with pen and paper lacks clarity when no one can read your writing, and there are other places to visit besides the cabin. Ergo this blog journal. The blog name honors my Norwegian immigrant Great Grandfathers - Ole Leidal (1870) and Joe Holstad (1866). It's all about the journey, long underway.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Mountain View, AR - a real kick!
We finally arrived in Mountain View, Arkansas, and this really topped off the trip. The motel clerk said some folks would be playing music in the park that night, and they certainly were. Six or eight different groups gathered here and there, with four to six players in each. Fiddles, banjos, guitars, bass players, all sitting in circles playing to each other, all bluegrass. We were amazed, and enjoyed it thoroughly. We should go back.
This is just one of the groups playing. When the video starts you can hear Lonna talking to a fellow we sat next to. He is a car dealer from Louisiana, as I recall, a real nice fellow who was "coming back for more" of this entertainment. What you don't learn . . .
This is just one of the groups playing. When the video starts you can hear Lonna talking to a fellow we sat next to. He is a car dealer from Louisiana, as I recall, a real nice fellow who was "coming back for more" of this entertainment. What you don't learn . . .
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