Uncle Fred at the Fold

As part ot Uncle Fred's birthday present, we promised him a night out at the Carter Fold and a few weeks ago, we were finally able to take him. He had finished his radiation treatments and was feeling pretty good, but we took his wheelchair along just in case he got too tired. We posed for a shot with A.P., Sara, and Mother Maybelle before it got too dark. Rita Forrester, the daughter of Janette Carter, and granddaughter of A.P. and Sara, was nice enough to sit and have a chat with Uncle Fred. She also gave him a book written by Janette Carter about her family and life here in the mountains of Virginia. She is a sweet lady, and tickled Uncle by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The band for the night always does a few Carter songs, and Rita sings along. Wild Turkeys played this night, and they were really good. You can usually tell by the dancers. If the regular dancers, all jump up when the music starts, you know it's a good band!
This is the original sign from when Janette opened the Fold in the 1970's. The price has been raised to $5.00, but it's still a great bargain.

A.P.'s store sits right next to the music theater - or I guess really, the theater was built next to the store. Anyway, the store is now a museum, and has some great exhibits in the original glass cases from the store. There are lots of photos, dresses belonging to Janette, Maybelle, and June Carter Cash, a suit of A.P.'s, dishes and household items, just lots of things belonging to the family. It is really, really neat.
This is the cabin where A.P. Carter was born. It now sits near the store, though it was moved from another location. The store and cabin are always open before the show and during intermission.

Handicapped seating is in the front row, and we took advantage of it. It was great for watching the cloggers. We've set a deadline - by November we're going to get up and clog!

This is a bad photo, as the flash didn't go off, but I'm posting it anyway. Uncle Fred and I got up for just a minute to do a little two-stepping. It meant a lot to me - and I hope it did to him, too.