Well it has not been a quiet week for us here or in my home town, Wallace, Indiana. Part of the deal when we traded our beloved jeep wrankler, Sacajawea, in on a Mitsubishi Eclipse convertable in Bloomingtion earlier this month, was that the dealer would order and replace the inside rearview mirror which had a defect. Tuesday was a beautiful day and we drove the 70 miles to Bloomington with the top down, arriving for the installation appointment at 11 am.. Less than 45 minutes later we were on our way to the 47th Annual Bill Monroe Bluegrass Music Festival in Bean Blossom, Indiana, about 25 miles east of Bloomington.
This eight day event is the oldest continuous running Bluegrass festival in the world. The grounds include camping space and a bandstand, but seating is either on the ground on in your own bag/lawn chair. We relaxed in the shade of tall beech and poplar trees, enjoying nine different bands from noon until we left at 7:30. Our favorites were The Boxcars and Karl Shiflett and Big Country Show. At 4:30 an additional treat, the "Tranditional Bean Supper" of cornbread and beans, was served free to all in attendance.
Thursday, we and friends took advantage of another beautiful evening to enjoy an Indiana Historical Society Concert on the Canal, one of the weekly concerts presented there during the summer. That night the IUPUI Faculty Jazz ensemble performed music of the famous Cole Porter and trumpet player Freddie Hubbard, both with Indiana roots.
Friday night we attended the annual banquet for Alumni of Wallace High School, at the Highway 341 Cafe in Wallace, Indiana. Marcia and I attended this august event with my brother Ernie and his wife Bonnie. This was the 60th anniversary of my graduation and Ernie's 55th. There were 90 persons in attendance, but many of the spouses graduated elsewhere. Consolidation closed our school in 1964, so the number of living graduates is dwindling. There were only six girls and two boys in my class, but all three of the living members were present. We enjoyed a good dinner, shared some interesting and humorous stories and caught up with the happinings of our classmates and friends.
We were guests Friday night of Ernie and Bonnie at their home in Crawfordsville, then Saturday attended with them the Crawfordsville Strawberry Festival. Of course that included not only strawberries but more food and music. While looking at the antique tractors which were on display, Ernie and I met a childhood friend, Larry Wyatt. Larry spoke of how he enjoyed the quartet at our church, which included his father Isaac, his uncle David, my father Carlos and myself. We sang often at church services and at several funerals during my high school years before I went off to college.
Singing is the only musical talent I have, and it was a special experience to sing with my dad in that quartet. It is one of the many pleasant memories I recall as I think of him this Father's Day. My formative years were during the depression and WWII. Our social life consisted of family, church and school. We didn't go to movies or eat out until later. But dad played board games and sports with us, and playing fair was the main rule. He set a standard of honesty and integrity equaled by few. My father and our experiences were not unique, but my memories of our times together are very happy and special. I wish I could tell him now.