Saturday, April 6, 2019

Coal Fest

We played the Coal Fest in Parish Alabama today.  This is the heart of coal mining here in Alabama and there were tributes to those who spent their lives providing fuel for those all over the world.  Sadly, quite a few through the years have given their lives and health for this energy source as well.

My dad was a retired coal miner who died with black lung.  Several times during our set I thought of him and got a lump in my throat.  He went into the coal mines when he was 12 years old for 25 cents a day.  I cannot even fathom that today.

Several of our friends came to hear us and we greatly appreciated their presence.  The stage was in the center of the high school football field and the noon sun was oppressive.  Thank goodness for cold water, sun glasses and straw hats.

We had a good time and hope the Fest was successful.  There were many smiling faces.

Enjoy your Sunday.  Ours will hopefully be one of rest.


  1. Coal mining sounds like a very hard way to earn a living... I'm sorry that it made your dad sick.
    It sounds like it was a hot day already. We are expecting another snow storm tomorrow.
    Hugs, Julia

  2. My grandfather was a coal miner as was his father, my great-grandfather died in the mines