Of course not! Here’s the rest of the story…in photo format! First, we attended the McKamey’s church on Sunday morning… Yep, that’s our group from the bus! On the way home, the bus made a stop in Paducah, Kentucky to visit the National Quilt Museum. Before we left town, Ronnie took us for a ride…
The bus leaves at 8:15 AM…somehow, no matter how tired you are, when those words are floating around in your head, it’s hard to sleep. Thankfully, on Saturday morning I didn’t sleep through the alarm and my sis and I were ready to be at the bus at 8:15. I know you’re wondering, why do…
“Does everyone see that green bus up ahead on the side of the church?” Duane asked as we pulled into the Second Baptist of Clinton, Tennessee. “We’ll go out the side door up yonder where that bus is…and make sure you get on the right Cavallo bus! There are two here this weekend and that…
Grey clouds and drizzling rain joined the morning activities with a gentle patter. It was a common Thursday afternoon in a little town, the usual travelers coming and going, the townsfolk going about their daily routines…until a green Cavallo tour bus pulled into the Signal station and parked at the curb. A few folks began…
Raindrops blurred my view of the landscape as I looked out the bus window. It was almost like the heavens knew it was the last day of the trip and wept for the inevitable goodbyes. All around me were those who had been my (and my sisters!) companions for the past five days…a few napped,…
There’s something about ice cream and Gospel Sings…they just go together, ya know. On Saturday afternoon I had those two exact things at my fingertips. A scoop of Vanilla ice cream in a Styrofoam bowl in my hand and a seat under a tent at the very place two quartets and a duo would perform…
“We make 1700 pies every year,” said the lady at the concession stand. For a moment I thought I missed what she said, surely she said 700 instead of 1700. Then she continued, “We begin making them in March; once a week twelve of us get together at the church and form an assembly line…
Spoiled. That’s a good word to describe oneself after a week of walking the beach by day and hearing Gospel Singing by night. Spoiled?…most definitely. It’s something I won’t deny happening to me while in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for Singing in the Sun. There’s something rejuvenating in being near God’s creation, especially in that…
The band played as I and a stream of other people walked from the exhibit hall to the main auditorium. Four thousand people would be in that room for Friday night’s concert at Singing in the Sun. Right then, the voices of those thousands were singing a medley of both old and new songs lead…
Every seat in the Main Street Music Hall was sold on Saturday night…as it was last year. The Booth Brothers were the featured artist for the closing night of the Great Lake of the Ozarks Gospel Sing and 1000 fans were in their seats and ready to go when Todd Foreman walked on stage. After…
