And all visits to said farm town require at least one visit to Martha's.
And the fact that nothing else we tried was open meant we ate at Martha's four times.
Well, on Sat., it was suppose to kick off at ten a.m. We arrived about ten forty-five.
We weren't expecting Rolling Stone type crowds, but we were expecting more than just us two.
So we asked the tall lady in a purple t-shirt who seemed pissed and in charge, when the music was going to start. Without reply she sprinted off to where we assumed she would be inquiring of the musicians why they hadn't started yet.
She said they wouldn't be long.
We said we would come back in a little while.
We came back nearer noon time to find about the same situation.
Two open stages, 10 - 5, then dinner, then more music.
Now we did expect the weather, rain, to play a factor in how it would go. But not to the extent that it did.
But around noon musicians did start showing up.
One at a time.
Most having trouble walking, some actually aided by a device of some kind.
Some arrived aided by a golf cart and walker.
It wasn't looking good for a fifth year of Blue Grass Fest.
Where bent backs delivered them, dancing fingers provided very accomplished music.
Hardly anything on him moved during the performance except his fingers. And boy did they move.
And most of the time you could tell they didn't care if anyone was there to watch. They were just having fun.
Much of the time they didn't even face the six of us sitting in the stand.
The music was great.
Still didn't care if they had an audience.
The most eclectic festival I have ever been to.
The fish dinner was excellent.
It never did take on a festival atmosphere.
More just a bunch of people getting together on a rainy Saturday.
Sunday found us finding old family churches and graves.
But what I found interesting was that this guy fought in the Civil War, fighting with single shot rifles, and lived long enough to see the First World War and the advent of airplanes in war.