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A Weekend of Appreciation - Livin' the Good Life

Jun. 16th, 2008

03:41 pm - A Weekend of Appreciation

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What I love about bluegrass festivals, such as the one we just attended, is that they are a place where everyone plays, sings, and appreciates music. There are probably just as many players as non-players there. And everyone is welcome at the non-stop jam sessions that are going on continuously throughout the weekend... even children. If you've got an instrument, or a willing voice, you're in. The level of playing ranges from beginner all the way to super-star. All mingle. The crowd is mostly sober, so there is a feeling of safety for ones children as they roam the campgrounds and stage areas. There is so much to do for all ages, and Gramma and Grampa are just as welcome and appreciated, as are the children. The children are regarded as "the future of bluegrass" and are offered "free kid pickin' camps", with instruction on their instruments of choice and then group "jamming". I think our kids would have enjoyed being a part of something like that. (One thing I especially loved about our children was that they were so "game" for learning new things. If I said, "How would you like to take a class in ...(fill in the blank)"
they ALWAYS said an enthusiastic "YES!!" This made life with them endlessly interesting.) If we ever have a grandchild, you can bet that they will accompany gramma and grampa to bluegrass festivals.
Anyway, I cried more than once this weekend with tears of appreciation: at the Sunday chapel under the trees, at the touching lyrics of songs, at the masterful musicianship, at the adorable "first tries" of children, and at the heartfelt renditions of old favorites. It just doesn't get any better than this, folks! More than once, wallets, cell phones, and other valuables were found and returned to their owners in this honest gathering of music appreciaters, multi-generational families, and some of the best of the best entertainers. God willing, we'll be back next year.