(Read about the work they do here.)
Each week she and a group of other counselors lead campers of all ages out into the communities surrounding the center to build ramps, decks, repair roofs and other things the residents need assistance doing.
This is a view of the Smokey Mountains from the deck in the lodge where I stayed.
I had requested some paper from Japan and, boy, did she deliver!
Newspapers, menus, booklets, and washi tape.
The rest of the afternoon we spent in thrift shops and antique stores after a delicious lunch at Chevelle's on Hwy. 69.
Smoked gouda, herb-crusted brie, grapes, fresh dates, raw okra, and green beans.
YUM!
Read about the John C. Campbell Folk School here!
We missed two concerts by fifteen minutes, a dance by a day, and an antique auction by a half hour.
We were the Just Missed Girls!
Deciding on an early start for Saturday, we went to bed by midnight.
Next up was the Friends of the Library store located in the Hayesville library complex.
I have never seen such a wonderful library store.
Books were carefully arranged - from antique to vintage to new by author and subject.
I dove into the sale area filling a whole shopping basket.
The store also offered small vintage treasures for sale.
See the shopping bag? There are yellow coupons all around the edges. You bring your bag back and you get the discount or a free book.
I showed a sneak preview yesterday, but I promise to show my book loot soon.
I did not ask the name of the jam and jelly guy, but he is a minister in town and did his basic training in the late 1950's at Fort Gordon near my home.
I bought ginger-peach and raspberry-jalapeno jams. I had to buy Mom's Pickles - they tasted just like my grandmother's.
She makes sugar scrubs.
I selected lemon-lavender.
Look at the packaging - a wood slice burned with a bear image and a tiny wooden spoon.
Olivia chose spearmint.
We hit Foster's Flea market for a quick run through before heading back to the Hinton Center to pack up.
If you did read yesterday's post then you know I broke my No Junkin' rule.
However, take a look at the Old Coffin Carrier - it is not even a third full.
So I did practice restraint which is very difficult in a place where there is a thrift or antique store every quarter mile.
The Daily Grind in Murphy was where we ate a late lunch.
Coffee shop by day, pub by night.
I'll let you look up the English of the Gaelic saying Pog Mo Thion.
I drove back in a small tornado which blew down several trees just six cars and a semi in front of me.
It meant backtracking about thirty miles.
That storm followed me for three hours!
I must admit I used Pog Mo Thion several times!
See y'all!
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