The great Alison Krauss and Union Station play the Fox tomorrow night, but I won’t be in the audience. We’re headed off to a family wedding that, like most family weddings, will also serve as an excuse for an extended family reunion.
Like many of us, I’m the product of a mixed marriage: On Dad’s side, a hillbilly line going back centuries, to at least 1750 and probably earlier, in the hills of southwestern Virginia and West Virginia. On Mom’s side, more recent immigrants from Ireland and Finland, working folk who settled in the Plymouth, Mass. area. (This family event is on the Massachusetts side.)
As the family story goes, my West Virginia grandmother wasn’t exactly thrilled when Dad introduced her to his Catholic, New England-accented bride (they met while both were serving in the USAF). But they managed to work through that.
So this paean to family life, courtesy of Ms. Krauss and her friends, goes out to the soon-to-be newlyweds, Anna Lee and Tate. Good luck, and I’m looking forward to delivering that message in person.
(And yes, this means the blog will again go dark next week.)
– Jay Bookman