I was at the last three Fox Hollow Festivals. The last one didn't seem like it was necessarily going to be the last one. When an announcement was made by Evelyne Beers that they would be discontinuing the Fox Hollow Festival, not everyone took it as the final word. And fortunately, Andy Spence worked to come up the Old Songs Festival, which has always seemed (to the regulars at Old Songs) to be an evolutionary growth of Fox Hollow, albeit with flush plumbing.

I have all sorts of memories, meeting great people: performers, craftpeople, campers. My friend George who fell asleep during one late-running evening concert, and then woke up while Dorothy Cater was playing her hammer dulcimer in her unusual new-age mediatitve style, and George wasn't sure if WAS awake or not. Or jamming in the campgrounds after the concert.

I remmeber Mose Scarlett playing old time blues in that gravelly voice of his, with a friend (Jim Butler?) playing harmonica. They were in their tent, and the lantern in the tent cast their shadows on the outside of the tent, and I listened to this wonderful music while watching a shadow-play of them performing.

The three women of County Down doing a meet-the-performer mini-concert while one of them nursed her baby.

The year it didn't rain at all. We all thought it was some sort of divine miracle.

A stroyteller's workshop with Marshall Dodge and Gamble Rogers comparing regional styles of humor.

The memories live on, even if, alas some of the performers don't. And I've found other fora for folk music to replace Fox Hollow in my life, so the music lives on as well.

--Charlie Baum