Long ago and far away (so they say)...there were traveling gypsies and musicians and shoemakers and circuit riding preachers who came into town. Folks would trade bed and board for new shoes for their children...or tin pots..or some Bible reading by the fire.
Long ago and far away happened at our house last night. John Golden, musician, song-writer, performer "happen-chanced" on our doorway. He needed bed and board, and with clean sun-dried sheets on the bed in our tiny guestroom we welcomed him. Music and stories filled the evening hours.
Early this morning as the sun was rising and the world was waking up...we heard music drifting up the old staircase into our room. John was serenading us with sweet, rich music as he sang and played his guitar.
If only all in the world could start the day as we did. Sigh.
You can read our latest newsletter here. It's about Ocracoke Islanders and "tokens of death."