At one time on the weekend closest to my Mom's Birthday (the middle of October) we made the annual trip to see the leaves. Those were in simpler times when taking a ride to see something new was exciting and fulfilling. Oh well, times do change and we must change with them or get left behind. I haven't made that trip in quite a few years until this weekend.
The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area. The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display. There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers". Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers. Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also. It was the Mother of Old Car Shows.
Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels. They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels. Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy. There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.
Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp. Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds. My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.
My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team. They were absolutely wonderful. With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair. The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival. I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice. Oh, yes. My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter.
Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies. The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off. It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
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