Northern Lights were in 1972 -- my first year at Fox Hollow, and the only time I've seen this mystical sky display. Unforgettable!

The Highland piper could have been Donald Lindsay, who ran the Invermark School of Piping across the road from the farm. He frequently piped the sun up, and piped it down again and day's close. The northern lights will always be linked in my sensory memory with the sound of pipes.

I first went to Fox Hollow as part of Sandy and Caroline's guerilla campaign to convince me that there was a whole wonderful world outside of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Actually, I didn't need a whole lot of convincing! By April of 1974, and with help from the Patons and their friends, I had moved to West Hartford, CT. From there, I moved for 18 months to Latham, NY, and finally to Washington, DC, where I've been since February 1976. The lifelong friends I met at Fox Hollow and other gatherings like it have followed me throughout all those years.

The week after my first (1972) Fox Hollow was spent at the Paton's home in Sharon, soaking up recordings, conversation, visiting folk dignitaries.... Actually, a highlight of that visit was on the WAY back to Sharon from the festival, when we stopped at a little restaurant on Rte. 22 and Sandy stood on his chair and presented his memorable rendition of "I'm a Little Teapot." It was quite a performance! Get him to do it for you sometime.

Thanks, Sarah, for reviving this thread and dredging up many happy memories!
Kathy