Above: A barrel of sap excavated from the A.J Johnson had turned to a massive block of rosin. Here's just a chip off that old block. Since I'm a fiddler, Amos let me take a chunk.
Filled with antique tools, assorted glass bottles and advertisements from days gone by, the general store comes to life with the people who share their talents with friends and strangers. Mind you, if you come as a stranger, you’ll leave as a friend.
Above: A few historical odds and ends.
Above: That's a snazzy old fashioned register.
We had the pleasure of going to Clear Run over the weekend, which is a rare treat for us now that we live a couple counties away. We don’t get to go as often was we like since it’s quite a drive, but when we do go it’s always worth the trip. Amos and Josh were at MerleFest this weekend so we didn’t have the pleasure of their company, but we did get to see old friend Bill Norris who we hadn’t seen in a while and good friend David Merritt was there picking banjo.
One guitar picker who I had jammed with only once before at Clear Run about 6 years ago was there again that night and was delighted to see I was there. Alec Bryan of Jacksonville, if I got that right, is quite the picker. He brought out a lot of good tunes I hadn’t played in a while, like Texas Swing Fiddler Bob Wills’ song San Antonio Rose (performed here by mellow Jim Reeves) and Under the Double Eagle, just to name a couple. It was a good mental exercise remembering tunes that had fallen out of my repertoire.
Above: Jennifer isn't afraid of this modernized outhouse complete with running water and electricity.
She's just swatting away the moths attracted to the light.
