Fun For Me ... Music For You

Sunday afternoon after playing street music I went to a gas station and changed clothes and headed out to Brush Creek. The Ely group was playing for an icecream social and fund raiser.
Here are some shots of the group. Hopefully Blogger won't mix them all up on me ...

Here's one of the guys. I snuck off during Doug's banjo solo and took a couple of pictures.
We played under a nice shade tree and it was very fun. There was a nice breeze.

There's John and me on fiddles and you can see the back of Dougs' head as he's playing the tenor banjo.

There's John of the fiddle and Jessie on the banjo.

Little Jessie.
He just started playing the fiddle a couple of weeks ago and he was wishing that he was playing along with us. Between John, Doug and myself we'll have him playing along with us in no time at all. You're day will come ... and it will be soon.

There's Doug playing the fiddle.

There's Jessie on the banjo and I think that's Dick with his back to us.

There's Danny on the guitar.
He's also the ever faithful sound system manager!
Thank you Danny!!!!!

Here's the girls.
This is Bert in the white and Lorri in the lavendar.
They're singing away!

There's John and I playing fiddles together.

I'm a little blurry, but there I am!!

There's Allan on the mandolin.

There's Jim on guitar.

There's Doug playing his banjo solo.

There's Wes on the banjo!

Danny and Wes both looking very serious!!

Here's a group shot.
You can't see everyone, sorry about that.
I also didn't get one single shot of Del and his banjo.
Sorry if I missed anyone else!


I absolutely love playing with this group.
They are a great group of guys and gals.
Thanks for letting me play along with you all!

When we were finished Doug, Little Jessie and I got out my new two way radios and gave them a try. Doug headed out into the cememtery and Jessie and I headed out around the pond, which I was told was actually a sewage lagoon, but it didn't smell bad and we didn't jump in or anything. We followed the path that led around it ... Jessie led the way. The radios seemed to work fairly well. A good use of $10!! (And so far no poison ivy!!)

After we all three met up at the church, Jessie took one and headed out to the road. I drove him nuts with things like, "Are you there yet?" "Can you hear me now?" "Are you lost?" "Did you miss your turn?" "Are you there yet?" Yes, I was annoying! The radios worked fine except when he forgot to push the button. When he got back we all headed home.

Brush Creek Catholic Church turned out to be a historical property. It was ran by the first African American Priest. I will have to do some research and interviews and let you know what I find out.