Loved it.
Always enjoy seeing a family enjoying themselves together making memories.
Here's another family band I found a couple years ago that I really enjoy. The Petersens Band out of Mo., Has mom, 3 daughters a son and Emmet (not family) on the Dobro and very rarely the dad will participate. The blonde haired gal that plays banjo was on American Idle a few years ago. They're all multi instrumental and all very talented IMO.
https://petersenband.com/https://www.youtube.com/@ThePetersens/featuredA good group. Enjoyed the song and..... the meaning behind the song.
Not all of us but I bet more than half have memories like those described in that song.
For me it was the five years my family spent in Saluda, SC. Dad was a forester. I wast probably five when we got there, nice big house down a dirt road (maybe 150 yards) from what is now called the Greenwood Highway.
I would play in the fields, play in the saw dust piles in the woods, play with the next door neighbors (both black and white but next door was more than 100 yards away), picked cotton one day (got 25 cents) had a small collie named Penny, started elementary school, got my polio shot, helped a young girl in my class, who had polio, carry her lunch tray (got to go to the head of the line), we were all seated in our fourth grade class (at least that is what I remember) by our scores on the "Weekly Reader" Test. I was seated Number 2, just behind Selma Smith who was number 1.
Oh and I built a tree house in a big oak tree near our house.
We moved to Myrtle Beach couple of years after Hurricane Hazel hit that town. A different place but still there were memories to make.
