The festival is adjacent to the home of Bill Monroe, who is said to be the "Father of Modern Bluegrass." I have always loved bluegrass and wish I had a picture of my paternal grandpa playing his banjo on his porch swing. I remember a few evenings where a couple of his friends came down to that porch with their instruments and they "made music," and occasionally my quiet grandpa would get up and do a sort of shuffling jig. So I do feel a connection to bluegrass, even though I play no instruments. My husband is a guitarist, bass player and drummer from wa-a-ay back and he has come to enjoy bluegrass along with me.
Anyway, I think I will just post a few pictures here of the trip and show the knitting projects that I finished. Enjoy the ride.
|Look at all those old(er) people at|
my class reunion.
|The view from very near my parents' home|
in eastern Tennessee
|The lake we walk around when visiting them.|
|When you park at the foot of the hill at the bluegrass|
festival, you will find a variety of modes
of transportation up to the festival itself.
Here is a tractor pulling a large "cart."
|They also had an older school bus, labeled |
|They even had about 7 golf carts. And, let me tell you,|
those cart drivers tore around like mad-men.
|One of the many bands, Cumberland Highlanders.|
|Phillip Steinmetz and his Sunny Tennesseans|
|This is only a portion of the large crowd in attendance|
at the 5 day festival
|Ronnie Reno and the Reno Tradition|
|The first day I finished 4 knitting projects.|
|Then that night we had a good rain. Husband and I were cozy|
warm under his very large golfing umbrella, raincoats on our
legs and hats and gloves.
|The next day dawned clear and cold. I put the knitting|
away to focus on keeping warm.
|I finished these 2 fair isle hats for|
|The knitting on that |
green thing will be like this
when finished, featured here.
|And I finished this black|
dish cloth to match my kitchen, shown
We had a lot of fun on this trip and, as usual, were very glad to get back home.