Memories of Children’s Mini-Camp

Images swirl together and tumble on top of each other like—well– like little kids—before they become self-conscious and reflect the idea that showing enthusiasm for something is uncool. The images crowd into each other and jostle for first place in my memories....

Memories of my friends Vern and Ray

I miss the stories that Vern used to tell about when he was playing music with Ray Park, and their travels on the road. I kick myself for not setting down with a tape recorder and proper chronicling their adventures of the road over the years that they played...

Memories of Ralph

(From a while back)We are all missing the late Ralph Stanley now since his recent passing. Icons like that can never be replaced but at least he left us a great body of music with which to move forward. Stanley Brothers tunes were popular at our jam here yesterday but...

Memories of the Midsummer Festival

Daily Grist–“Once you get to be 78 years old like myself, one of the most important things I’ve learned in life is this. You never get too old to learn something stupid.”   JD RhynesStarting in 1985 until 1991 I think, if I remember right,...

Memories of years gone by, some good some bad

(EDITORS NOTE–Many times when I bump into a CBA member they ask me how J.D. Rhynes is doing…lots and lots of folks asked me at the camp out at Lodi last week. My response is ALWAYS the same. The old man’s Parkinson’s is ravaging his body but it...