One of the things I love about my small hometown is that I can go to our local grist mill to buy stone-ground grits, flour, and cornmeal. The mill has been grinding without any electricity, using an overshot waterwheel, just like they’ve done for the past 150 years. They operate on the third Saturday of every month and usually have music, food vendors, and various folk-art and Appalachian crafts on site. This past weekend was a banjo extravaganza and several local bluegrass bands performed. Below are some pics of the mill.
Here’s a short clip of the miller grinding corn.
In addition to the mill, there’s a moonshine still.
A working cotton gin.
A museum built over a large rock covered with Native American petroglyphs.
A couple of log cabins built in the 1800s.
An outdoor stage.
Various crafts such as spinning, weaving, quilting, caning, etc.
There were also various little “jam sessions” taking place in the shade along the creek banks. Here’s a short clip of one.
Lots of fun and fabulous grits! If you are ever in the area, check it out. The mill is especially gorgeous in the fall when the leaves are changing.
[It seems like bluegrass people have more great stories to tell than other musicians. ~ Dan Fogelberg]