Monday, July 31, 2023
Sunday, July 30, 2023
This song brings back many memories for me of my mother. She was born in a log cabin and lived there in the piedmont of Southern Virginia, on the edge of the old plantation lands my great grandparents owned, until she was 6 years old.
My maternal GreatGrands had 12 children(one of which was my maternal Grandmother)and as each child married they were gifted a piece of land that had been part of the Plantation once known as "Roxabel". That is where my grandfather, Wirt, built this cabin after he and my grandmother, Lillian, were wed. So you see my mother grew up in the Depression era and heard all the old country and bluegrass songs around her.
My mother standing on the porch of "her" humble log cabin at age 5.
The song ion this clip was one of mom's favorites. She would sing it to each of my children as babies and then teach it to them as they became toddlers. It was their special song betwixt them. At her funeral my children came up at the service and sang it one last time to her. It's a precious memory for me.
I found this quartet a few years ago on the internet(YouTube)called "The Dead South". They are described as a folk/bluegrass ensemble and hail from Canada.(Figures, a group of Canadians supplying the world with old Southern standards plus writing new ones. lol)
Anyway, many of their songs and arrangements of said songs "spoke to my soul". I've shared one or two of their songs on the blog in the past.
This one came up in my YouTube feed this morning and it's sweetness but grittiness in it's presentation touched me deeply.
I hope you enjoy it too. 8-)
I hope y'all each have a good day.
Saturday, July 29, 2023
It was one of the few landmarks for those heading west on the Oregon Trail. Seeing this meant you were on the right path.
It was called "Elk Penis" by the Native Americans but when folks back East started reporting this rock formation in the newspapers "Elk Penis" wouldn't have been a nice way to describe it so the news outlets at that time started referring to it as "Chimney Rock".
There was a small exhibit in a building near the rock formation(though the landmark is on private property and you couldn't get very close to it)
They had a tray of samples of Hardtack in the exhibit that you could try(and it would drum up work for your dentist if you did bite into one).
The fort even had recreational areas like this room for playing cards and such as well as a bar. These rooms were also behind plexiglass so excuse the reflection of me in the photos.
He is said to have held the first of the "Rendezvous" meetings here near where the Platte River bends.
After 3 hours with sweat pouring off of us, we were off to our next stop for the night.