A highlight was listening to a legitimate bluegrass band playing. I swear these guys were college professors. It was a nice way to end the trip.
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.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
The Ozark Folk Center State Park
This is a craft village just outside of Mountain View, reflecting the arts of years ago - soap-making (we bought lye soap), candles, leather, lithograph printing, and on and on. The people here were like retired educators who come for the summer and educate.The buildings were log cabin style and laid out on the hillside.
A highlight was listening to a legitimate bluegrass band playing. I swear these guys were college professors. It was a nice way to end the trip.
A highlight was listening to a legitimate bluegrass band playing. I swear these guys were college professors. It was a nice way to end the trip.
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