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Knoxville Area Dulcimer Club took the stage and serenaded us to some good gospel and folk tunes custom to the area. Another musical group (Backporch Pickers, affiliated with the Big South Fork Scenic Railway) entertained us with corny jokes, fine banjo picking, a tub bass and good ole bluegrass and folk tunes as well.
Dan Keding (a very talented storyteller using both guitar and banjo to accompany some of his stories), Lloyd Arneach (a Cherokee native indian), Kim Weitkamp (hailing from Virginia, Kim is another talented storyteller mixing guitar and humor with her tales), and Mary Hamilton (A Kentucky native with a flare for haunted stories and 2010 Storytelling World Honor Award winner as well as 2009, Circle of Excellence Oracle Award, National Storytelling Network).
After the day and evening were finally spent, we headed home reminiscing about the tales we all heard that evening and discuss our favorite ones. I think the first story of the night from Dan Keding was the favorite for all of us. The story - a polished up funnier version of an old Scottish folk tale - involves a banjo maker who went north to sell his banjos to support his family. After walking so long, he notices his boots have holes. Long story short, he steals the boots of a corpse - feet and all. He searches for a place to retreat from the cold for the night, and ends up at a heartless farmer's house who turns him away. The farmer's wife convinces him to allow the banjo maker to stay in the barn. Whilst in the barn, he decides to play a little joke on the farmer. This joke involves feet he took from a cold frozen corpse, his old holey boots, a cow that is rather fond of biting, and the imagination behind finding those in combination. The farmer and wife bury the boots, and say a prayer - which tugs on the heartstrings of the banjo maker. Feeling badly for what he'd done, he comes from the barn playing them a tune and they - in fear and disbelief - run away. The banjo maker found this hilarious, and goes into the home to partake of the breakfast they left behind. He's interrupted, though, by a knock at the door. A cold, shivering man is standing there, and empathizing with him, the banjo maker invites him in to "warm his feet by the fire." Only, the cold, shivering man responds that he would, if only he had any. In more fear and disbelief than the farmer and his wife, the banjo maker takes off running, passing the two along the way.
Anyway, the festival was a blast. We all had a lot of fun spending the day in one of our favorite National Parks, listening to the stories and music, and I even got some practice washing diapers the old fashion way. Until next time...
Tim and Robin