Now, my dad's side of the family has roots that go way back and deep into the Arkansas hills. I grew up listening to music being played by groups of family members. I recall sitting on the floor many times as a child while they picked, fiddled, and sang away. My favorite memory is when my Grandma cut the floor right there in her living room to the sounds of their playing. She only did it once that I saw. Most often everyone simply listened, appreciated & enjoyed the entertainment. Growing up at the feet of those doing what they loved, in the foothills of the Ozarks, is a part of my heritage. That's why you'll see in this post why I fell in love with this town and how it accomadates those wanting to share their gifts:
In a quaint little town right on the outskirts of the Ozark National Forest we encountered some of the most talented musicians I've ever heard!
|Gathering on the porches|
|In the distance you will see "the Mountain" which is long a wide. You can tell where you are at in town by looking at it!|
|Dreaming: Wouldn't it be fun to own (and repaint) this quaint Bed & Breakfast?|
|Lining up the streets|