Joining my voice with all of my friends and faire family to remember the man who brought us together and made memories that we hold dear and that really gave us the living room and the heart fire of our faire home.
I have three favorite memories of faire........in all my years and they are moments I look forward to living again each year......and they are no more at my home faire......
The early morning sights and smells waking up and hearing Crosby Stills and Nash breaking the morning air from Billy Scudders booth as the smells of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls filters through the trees.
Night music in the darkness.....lanterns through the trees....walking jewlers row in the evening air and smelling cook fires, grills, tea and pine forest. I loved that the only music to hear in the cozy, safe feeling night..... was the music people were making themselves..a guitar through those trees... a flute and fiddle beyond that bend in the road......and wandering through that quiet night faire to the beckoning warmth of Mullah's.....and the good food smells and laughter and the beat of the drums....softened in the dark...but still lovely and giving the tempo and the family vibe of the hour......
That fabulous...languorous......... lazy Monday morning breakfast after faire at Mullah's.
The sun through the waving pine branches.....the wonderful breakfast smells....and the coffee and chai... sometimes a few racks of clothing or crafted items to peruse......but always... happy smiles for a show well done...no one rushing....and everyone lapping up the sunshine and holding onto the memories...as long as we could..... the sense of family and community and belonging that made Mullah's our heartbeat........ all walks led back to Mullah's to see what was going on, who was there, who was telling stories, what was for dinner...or dessert.... what news of the day...lounging on hay bales and other's laps......a belly full of comfort...and who's got the Buck and Mug....... and nowhere to rush off to.....just a few hours of the day after....to just be.... and hug...and share smiles.....and breathe it in.
Don had that wonderful gleam in his eye that always seemed to say - where have you been? I am delighted to see YOU. And that gleam was for everyone....that warm feeling of welcoming.
Matt's fabulous dinners......thank you Matt. I miss your food and your songs.
Thank you Don Brown.....and all of you in the Mullah's family.....for giving us all this... June 2009
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