Faith, Folklore, and Friends

Last Saturday, Hub, my lil' ole Sister, and I attended the 22nd annual Townsend, Tennessee Fall Heritage Festival and Old Timers Day. There was a lot going on, and thousands of people there to enjoy a perfect fall day. We had heard about this festival for years, but this was the first time we have been able to attend.  It did not disappoint. Mr. Allen Collins was doing a little whittling while he is taking a break from picking. This booth had farm animals, and the kids loved it.  They had several baby goats and a hungry baby pig. She was not kissing this one.  It was squealing and she was trying to calm it down. The people in front of the stage were clogging. We encountered some long food lines, but it was worth the wait. There was a good arts and crafts show, but all we carried home were some ideas and a four pound bag of fresh ground yellow corn meal.  I see muffins in our future. There were g...

Clifton, Tennessee, has beautiful houses and old trees along Water Street, which runs parallel to the Tennessee River.  It is lovely.  It is usually quiet and peaceful, but that changes in September each year when masses descend for the Riverbend Festival. The best thing about this year's festival is that we got to spend it with some fun people, the best being my lil' ole sister.  She recently lost a beloved pet, but now has some new ones, including a cat named Silas M. Robertson.  We also got to visit with my nephew, Jason. Some people always bring their pets to festivals.  My dog has never been to one; I have enough trouble keeping up with my purse and camera.  I don't think he would like it, anyway.  This woman was dancing with her dog later; I'm guessing her significant other wouldn't cooperate.   The stuff of festivals--sorry you can't smell the fried onions and funnel cakes.   It ...