August 4, 2012
Today we have a family outing to the local historic 19th-century village, where reenacters are in residence, spinning, farming, running the general store. A musician plays a cigarbox fiddle that is v.intriguing, and when he takes his lunch break drops his real fiddle off at our table for me to play. So I think back to my bowing skills of yore and spin some fiddle tunes from the recesses of my musical memory, and then duet versions of the alphabet song and istsy-bitsy spider with a certain young singer. Fun! The horse trolly is the hit of the day, and a good time is had by all.