Sunday, October 26, 2025

Visiting Vogel and Dahlonega

 I enjoyed being invited back to Vogel State Park to tell ghost stories at Possum Hollow (at the base of Blood Mountain) for a third year. 


We always stop at Penland Apple House to buy a few Evercrisp apples to take with us.



Vogel is a beautiful state park that I visited with my MYF and with my family as a preteen and early teen when we lived in Ellijay. We enjoyed looking through the arts and crafts tents at the Fall Festival there. 

The leaves are not in prime color yet, but still pretty.

We were early to arrive at "Possum Hollow" so we walked around for a while with the scores of Trick or Treaters going from ghoulishly decorated campsite to ghoulishly decorated campsite. Notice the "leg" sticking out of a door in the RV (upper left)?



 This is the tiny stream that flows past our storytelling circle. 


I opened the well-attended campfire ghost story session with a recital of "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll. Then Melanie Knauff (above), Denise Mount, and I alternated with spooky tales. 


Afterward the three of us posed by the campfire for a commemorative photo.




Our friends Denise and Mike Mount had invited us to be house guests of theirs in Dahlonega so that we wouldn't have to drive back to Rome so late. We were happy to meet up with Troi again, here comfortable ensconced in her easy chair.

On Sunday morning we had "church" in the woodland behind Mike and Denise's beautiful rustic hillside home.

The rapidly expanding habitat of Joro spiders includes Dahlonega.

I asked about this wonderful offbeat birdhouse. I should have realized it was the creation of the father of our mutual friend and storyteller Melanie Knauff.

Sunday afternoon and Troi is once again making herself comfortable.

Denise and Mike are Trekkies and had this shirt hanging on a door. I had to record it to share with my Trekkie son-in-law. 



Thursday, October 02, 2025

Hiking at Persimmon Ridge

 

It has become our custom to use the Thursday before the National Storytelling Festival to do something active, usually a hike of some sort. Today, with our storyteller friends Mike and Denise Mount, we explored Jonesborough, Tennessee's lovely Persimmon Ridge Park.

Note: the tentative botanical labels below are by this VERY amateur botany hobbyist. I mostly used the "Picture This" app. I will appreciate corrections if there are mistaken IDs.


Fan Clubmoss
Diphasiastrum digitatum

An interesting pair of intertwined tree trunks.


There were lots of relatively recent overturned trees. I asked Sheila to stand by this to give scale. Possibly the result of Hurricane Helene?



Queen Ann's Lace (Carrot)
Daucus carota


Autumn Hawkbit
Scorzoneroides autumnalis


Mike approaches another overturned tree...

...the trees roots had found purchase through the soft layers of rock and clay in the soil. Some of the roots had grown very flat as they formed between the layers of rock.



A shelf mushroom

Pokeweed
Phytolacca americana

Oxeye Daisy
Leucanthemum vulgare










Chicory
Cichorium intybus


Tall Goldenrod
Solidago altissima

Switchgrass
Panicum virgatum

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Larry & Joe at The Screen Door


Very shortly before seven last evening Sheila told me about the concert to be held at Monica Sheppard's new little venue on the Cotton Block: The Screen Door Room. [Maximum seating: 50] Sheila wanted to go so, of course, I brushed my teeth, donned a clean shirt, and we hopped in the Camry and managed to walk in the door at 7 sharp.

What a delight! Larry & Joe. Their show was a joyful, varied, and fascinating mixture -- and even fusion -- of Venezuelan and bluegrass music.
The songs are mostly the creations of one or both of the musicians. Larry played mainly the cuatro and the Venezuelan harp and Joe the banjo and fiddle. Both are masters of their instruments. They both sang.
Larry spoke often and in espanol; then Joe would translate and add his own words. They sometimes invited audience participation.
Larry & Joe mixed enough storytelling into their song transitions to almost qualify for the storytelling circuit in my book. I wish we could have had our daughters and sons-in-law with us; they'd have loved it. Next I hear of them performing anywhere in north Georgia I'm gonna try to hear them. Larry and Joe are headquartered in NC. Eddie's Attic? Red Clay Theatre? Or even Georgia Mountain Storytelling Festival? StoneSoup Storytelling? Hagood Mill?, John C. Campbell Folk School?, etc. Are you listening?
Also, The Screen Door Room would be a great venue for small scale storytelling. If someone on the national or regional storytelling circuit has a hole in their schedule while on a southern tour and are up for a relaxing intimate evening at a small venue they orta contact Monica at The Screen Door Room on Facebook.










One Man's Trash...

I am the son of parents who grew up during the depression. My Dad was a great believer in taking something old and worn and creating something new or rejuvenated out of it. Or just finding a bargain.

On my morning constitutional yesterday around Lillian and Jordan's neighborhood I happened upon this chair put out at the street at a house in the midst of a remodel. It seemed sturdy, if a bit rusty. After conferring with Sheila I squeezed it into the back seat of the Camry and we brought it with us back to Rome in the afternoon. While Sheila went off to a meeting, I broke out a wire brush and gave it a good going over, then sprayed it with white Ace Hardware "Rustb Stop" paint.



Chair as I found it by the street.



Now white the Chair sits in "Bea's Garden" in our side yard.


Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Neighborhood signs

 In my walks around the neighborhood adjoining the Little Creek horse farm in Dekalb County I was pleased to see signs of civilization...