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What an awesome weekend.  Being at the Folk School is like attending a camp for adults. Basketry, dolls & bears, blacksmithing, cooking, woodcarving, weaving, storytelling, hiking and nature studies were just a few of the other courses available this weekend. The cooking class used heirloom tomatoes and other fresh vegetables from the school's garden in their recipes.  Today they made spring rolls as their final exhibit.  Yesterday we played and practiced for about six hours before quitting at 5 pm.  We learned so much my brain was on overload.  This morning I woke at 4:30 am with Amazing Grace pounding in my head.  I learned how to tune for DAA, DAC, & DAD and how to add some chords to my music.  During our lunch break a few of us walked the grounds and visited the craft shop.  The JCFS is known world-wide.  This morning at breakfast I sat near a young woman from New Zealand who was taking courses for 3 weeks then traveling around the U.S. before returning home. 
7:30 am     Morning Song
Anne Lough playing the mountain or lap dulcimer.
 
Anne playing the hammered dulcimer.  After she finished teaching our accelerated weekend course, she begins teaching a week-long course on the hammered dulcimer starting in the morning.



 My drive to the folk school at 7:15 to attend Morning Song.  I was the only one on the road all the way.
The music building
 
view from the music building
After Morning Song, we all went to the dining room for breakfast.  All the classes met from 9-11 to finish their projects  and at 11 the projects were exhibited in the Keith Room for the closing ceremony.  Eleven nervous dulcimer students opened the ceremony with "You Are My Sunshine" inviting the audience to sing along as we played.  "O How Lovely Is the Evening" was performed in rounds and our encore was a successful "Amazing Grace".  A dear friend from step and Pilates classes had come to see me perform and was sitting in the front row smiling and waving. It was so wonderful to look out into the audience and see a familiar face.



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ralph said…
yay!!! wish we could have been there!! glad you did this! :)
August 26, 2013 at 3:27 PM
Betsy said…
Wish Cliff had been there when I did this.
August 29, 2013 at 4:01 PM
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