Wrangle up your mouth-harps drag your banjo out, Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout, For the snow is on the mountains and the wind is on the plain, But we'll cut the chimney's mounin' with a livelier refrain.
This journal began as I was researching the history of the Walnut Valley Festival back in 2007. Much has been added along the way, most of it related in some way. To go to the beginning of my journey, and hopefully, the beginning of the story, go here: http://oldfolkie71.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2007-08-31T09%3A56%3A00-05%3A00&max-results=7 ----------------------------------------
Every September, the cottonwoods along the Walnut River begin calling, and the Pecan and Walnut groves stand ready for their duties as shelter and shade for a community of music lovers from across the globe. My life-long goal remains the same:to keep alive the history of the folk music of Southern Kansas and to somehow wrest the soul of this magical festival from both it's past and it's future, and to try to find where that soul lives and breathes during that week in September where life goes on as we each feel it should, in our own ways, in our own time.