thirty-nine memories (21)

Memory #21: “I’m a Rebel”

It was July and I was driving home from mowing the lawn at Church on a Saturday evening a couple summers ago. “Prairie Home Companion” was on the radio. Garrison Kiellor introduced a group I’d never heard of–no big surprise there. He called them the Old Crow Medicine Show.

Have I mentioned that sometimes I really miss Jamaica?

The guy said, “We’re gonna take you on back to the Caribbean for this next number.” And then they played this…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUU6jbBmJ6U

In some mysterious and secretly unique way, I was taken on back to the Caribbean with that little number.

I love that song; I love reggae music. And now I love bluegrassed reggae.

Have I mentioned yet that I love bluegrass music, also? I love it all the more because a lot of it is the best happy-feet before bedtime dance music any two and half year old blondie of a little girl ever heard. One of my best memories from this past summer is the early evening Jeanie, Syd, and I spent at the Osceola Bluegrass festival. We ate rib tips. We bought a one dollar piece of junk toy for Sydney–a fuzzy wire spider attached to stick with elastic like string that helped you to make the spider dance.

And we all danced–Sydney and the spider the least self-consciously–as the sun set in Fern Hunsburger Park.

What can I say. “I’m a soul adventurer.”