I just got my first idea for one of next years workshops!...Something like "Barnyard Animals"....we know LOTS of pig songs...and cow songs...and mule songs....and duck songs..(a local group did almost an hour of duck songs a few years ago with no planning!)
   It just might have to be scheduled right before lunch...*grin*

anyway, I am 'almost' human again after sleeping 11 hours, and am musing on what joys of the weekend to report first.
One of the highlights for me is always the singing of Barry Finn. He does wondrous things to songs! And this year, he took a nice little sea song many of us know, "Bye-Bye,My Roseanna", and sent chills up my spine! Wow!...that song IS more than just a neat 'goodbye' song, I just never noticed till Barry's voice and passion opened it up for me. (You know, the highest compliment I can pay a singer is to say that they make the song the focus...not the singer, and several people did that for me this weekend. I knew it was Barry singing, but I was not hearing it as "Barry"....well, most of you know what I mean). Morticia did that with a lovely/funny song about a poor suitor on a ladder...sure, it was Morticia singing, but it was the story that shone, and I appreciate Morty the more for it..(and as I told her, I didn't hear it as a 'dialect' song...was perfectly clear!)

You know...that Sunday night sardine-sing in the cabin has been mentioned before, but the amazing thing was how people constantly adapted, moved, made room, took turns, paid attention to who needed seats etc....and STILL kept the fun & music going! Tinker ran her camera(and others ran it FOR her when necessary), giant harp arrived and was accomodated, a blind woman arrived and was found a place (our own Gail, who sang the very appropriate "You Can't Keep Me from Singing"), local folk and Mudcatters all mixed in with amazing results!

We had crafts for sale,mushrooms for sale, the silent auction, CD's from Camsco and others for sale, instruments and cases for sale, displays of crafts like Rick's leatherwork that can be ordered....what have I missed?

Camp Escher Ramblewood is a hilly place, but rides were available for those who couldn't easily hike the hill and the camp was very reasonable about allowing us to drive and park where needed for these situations. (They fed us pretty well too!)

Gee...enuf fer now!...(you can see I am more awake today *grin*)...let's see what the late-arrivers-home have to say...it may remind me of more that needs saying....suffice it to say, we sorta mostly had fun...