We are beginning to realize that in between EATING, they play a little music here, but that’s secondary. I’m just teasing, of course, but we are fed very well here. Jack, Kathy, Shari and Garth are in charge of breakfast and they did their usual marvelous job. This morning we were served scrambled eggs, biscuits (all 170 baked by Garth on Thursday) with sausage gravy and hash browns. Have you ever eaten breakfast in the open air in the country surrounded by trees and good friends and family? Then you understand how good this was.
C’mon, Kathy, take a bite so I can get a picture of you with your mouth wide open and food about to enter! That’s such a “fun foto.” Kathy knows me too well. :-)
I took this on my way back to the Q to work on the blog. The house you see through the thicket is Ray’s (host) old homestead, the place where he was born. The three flags are in honor of his mother, his country and, well, there’s that weird blue flag with a big M in the middle of it. The flag on the left is the flag of Poland when his mother lived there and he flies it in honor of her. It’s a tradition he has passed down to his sons and now, even his youngest three year old grandson understands what it represents. However, they are as American, legally, as you and I (if you are American) and you will notice that Old Glory stands above the other two flags. From our bedroom window at night, we can see these lighted flags and it’s really pretty.
After sitting in the Q for a while, I couldn’t stand it anymore and headed back to listen to the music because Jack and Kathy’s pastor was scheduled to sing. Pastor Dan has a really good voice and I really enjoyed listening to him sing.
This is the last group I watched before…..
the dinner (lunch) bell rang! Time to eat, already, again?
One way to “keep your cool.”
Back in after lunch to enjoy more music. Mary and John (88) were absolutely delightful. We got a chance to visit with them during the ice cream/elephant ears break. They do a lot of nursing home ministry and prison ministry work, together.
Isn’t Mary beautiful?!
John had complete freedom to worship. It was refreshing to witness such inhibition in someone John’s age. “I don’t like to tell my age, but I was born in 1922.” What a personality!
Kathy and Shari making elephant ears.
Jack and Sharon frying the elephant ears; Garth applying powdered sugar and cinnamon.
Are you kidding me??? It’s suppertime already? The meals were so good. After twenty years, all the regular attendees knew to bring a dish to share. The host and hostess provided the meat and fresh corn on the cob at every meal.
I was totally captivated by this pair having so much fun playing together. (No, I don’t miss our grandkids… not at all.)
It’s time for the evening Jamboree session which lasted until midnight… but we didn’t.
I was intrigued with the youngest member of the next group. He would just sing right out and was totally loving being a part of his dad’s band.
In this same band were three generations. Grandpa was great! He could really play that guitar and banjo. And I was fascinated by him, too. Love his zest for life.
Old Spot likes gospel music, too, but he’s partial to bluegrass.
Meet Susan, tall, slender, beautiful only daughter of the jamboree hosts, Ray and Vivian. Susan was a member of a quartet when she was a kid and …..
they got back together for this twentieth and final jamboree.
They were really good. The girl top right drove all the way from Virginia to take part in the reunion.
Susan and dad, Ray. Slim and daughter, I forget her name.
Garth was up at 10:00 PM.
We love his story-telling songs.
A photo tribute to Ray, who has worked so hard each year to host the Gospel Jamboree in his backyard and touched many lives.
We are exhausted tonight, but it’s a good tired.
1 comment:
Gospel Jamboree sounds great, I guess it would be very sad to know it is the last one. Bet you are glad you made it to it..Joel
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