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Just a note to thank everyone for the kind words expressed and the love shown our family during our loss of Danny. We all still have a hard time believing he is gone. Everyday I think of something I need to tell him and I want to show him. I talk to him everyday through prayer and I know he is with me in all I do. I truly appreciate the new cirle of friends he gave me in his death because very many of you I would not know if this had not happened. The service was fantastic and just what he would have wanted. We also were able to spread his ashes as he requested this spring, so always remember him as a free spirit riding with the butterflys in a better place. Thanks again for everything that you all did. Love and best wishes.Cathy Potter Price
Cathy Potter Price <cprice@latlaw.com>
Knoxville, TN USA - Thursday, July 08, 2004 at 11:56:27 (EDT)
Danny Potter was very special to many and especially to my daughter and me. Although we did not get to go to the memorial service we will attend the torch light ceremony to honor one of the sweetest men we knew. Words seem so inadequate to express the void left from the loss of this one-of-a-kind mythical and magical human beings. Blessed be ole' friend, where ye may be. Sunny
Sunny <mssunnylittle@yahoo.com>
Johnson City, TN USA - Tuesday, March 16, 2004 at 22:05:32 (EST)
Jean
First of all - I'd like to thank Woody for being the "wizard," getting Danny's photo emplaced directly on the guestbook and to Andrea for taking that shot two years ago. Danny was very happy that day - he had a major spiritual blast along with the rest of us. He was the only one I noticed that cried - he got a major boost out of a father and step-father (Daddy Dave and Me) who dealt with the loss of a son by complementing each other about our contributions to an all-too-short life. There was a magic moment right then - Ginger and Andrea were officiating - when ex-spouses, friends, and kids we didn't know were gathered around a hole where we planted a rosebush - almost in the right foreground of the picture of Danny. Danny was remarkably touched by the moment and was bawling like a baby over it. I'll never forget that. We were celebrating a loss - and he was moved by the survivors. So, that's the way we have to deal with Danny's passing. We all have to get together, folks - just like we did when Andrea snapped this shot. OK. What's Pictou gonna do? Well, we are going to emerge from hibernation for Danny's life celebration on Sunday. We have been asked to play music. A lot of people might think that is strange considering the fact that Danny booked lots of "major players" for festivals. We were his "campsite family" and we will approach it exactly like that. We will do a jig set, of course - and we are going to work Ginger to death. I hope Phil Leonard can show up so we will have LOTS of drums! We will preceed that by something we have never done before - an air called, "Aldivalloch" - also known as ""O'er The Muir Amang The Heather." I need not explain. We'll finish with Danny's most often requested song - "Pull Down Lads." That was the official "last song" at the Jonesboro Celtic festival. One more time for "The Gipper." (Forgive the Reagan quote - it just came to mind). It's hard to slam a band together after so long. We are trying to contact Jack Holland. I don't know whether that will work - BUT the original trimvirate - Ginger, Jean and Wayne will be on hand to pay Charon's coin with music. We have done it many times at Danny's "World Headquarters" at Grandfather Mountain and at his house - just like old times. I reckon we can do that - Pictou will emerge from the mists doing stuff we were meant to do - celebrating life. Wayne
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN - Wednesday, November 05, 2003 at 00:10:38 (EST)
Danny Potter - Druid
Update on Danny's passing:
Daniel Potter - JOHNSON CITY Daniel R. Potter, 50, 616 Maple Street, Johnson City, died Saturday, Nov. 1, 2003. Born in Knoxville, Tenn., Danny obtained his master’s degree at ETSU. He worked at Greene Valley Developmental Center for 28 years. He was the founder and coordinator of the Jonesborough Celtic Festival and the Sycamore Shoals Celtic Festival. He was a member of the Scottish American Military Society, Sons of Confederate Veterans, Society for Creative Anachronism, MENSA, Clan Colquhoun, Tennessee State Educators Association, American Civil Liberties Union, National Arbor Day Foundation, National Eagle Scout Association, St. John Episcopal Church, 78th Frasier’s Highlanders, St. Andrews Society, Clanna-n-Alba, Kingdom of Raknar, Bird Clan of the Free Cherokee of Eastern Alabama, Celtic American Association of Northeast Tennessee. He was preceded in death by grandparents Jim and Josie Potter and Gordon and Ethel Pack. Survivors include his parents, Ray and Mary Potter, Powell; brothers, Tim and wife Mona, Elizabethton, Scott and wife Jozelle, Powell; sisters, Gerry Williams and husband Ray, Corryton, Cathy Price and husband Bob, Powell; nephews, Jesse Potter, Jonathan Potter; and nieces, Nikki Potter, Lyndsay and Raysha Williams; many and many very devoted and special friends. Memorial services are to be held Sunday, Nov. 9, at Millennium Convention Center, Johnson City, Tenn. Receiving of friends will be from 1-3 p.m. with the Celebration of Life to begin at 3 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the American Diabetes Association, WETS Radio Station or the Boy Scouts of America. Snyder’s Funeral Home, Gray, is in charge of arrangements.
Wayne Reuel Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN U.S.A. - Tuesday, November 04, 2003 at 14:20:10 (EST)
Folks, This guestbook is beginning to look like an obituary column. I began to post the next one, noticed the last one - and from whom I had gotten the information - and just got overwhelmed. I can't think of anything to say. I don't know as I can think, period. There is a tune running through my head, though like a tape loop: Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. Info from Ginger - the where what and when: Tried to call earlier today and could not get through and then the email I wrote you I accidently canceled and I didn't have time to write another one. I was in the room with Danny when he passed and stayed and waited on his parents and sisters until almost 1:00 am before I got home. I had to be at work at 11:15 the next morning.. So.. it has been a crazy week. Sorry I have not had time to communicate before now. Been helping make arrangements and did some work clearing out Danny's place. I think sometimes I am still in shock. Love ya both. Ginger Just in case this has somehow missed you, thought I would let you know that Danny passed Saturday night and there will be a pot luck wake on Saturday at his place from 3"pm till.... and the Memorial Service on Sunday at the Adelphia center across from ETSU from 1-6 pm. The Memorial Service should be very interesting as we are anticipating between 300-500 Folks from all of the organizations that Danny belonged to and was associated with. It should be one of the most interesting memorial services on record with several folks from the Native American groups he was with as well as the Celtic associations. If you come on Saturday please call and see about parking. Blessings, Ginger Wayne and Jean -- Thanks for the pic, yes, a nice memory. BTW -- we have been asked to play on Sunday at the Memorial Service. Is this something you all can do?? Damned right we can and will. We will send Danny to the Western Isles - as he has helped us do in this steady succession of losses. We are going to miss the Druid. Grandfather Mountain better start printing campsite maps so people won't get lost - We all know that Potter World Headquarters was the navigation reference for EVERYTHING up there. It was the spot where me and Kilpatrick fought the tail of a hurricane with "commodities" just to preserve the landmarks. Sorry, too much coming in on the memory download. Too much..............too many. This says it best: And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion. Told ya - I do have a notion though. There has been too much of a harvest lately - Barry, Laura, Smitty, Reuel, etc. You know what? Danny had to go to the new campground and set up - so everybody would know where they were. Jimmy Grizzard will back me up on this - neither he nor I could find a "porta potty" if we couldn't reference Danny's location. Thought: Would somebody please inform Max MacDougal? Max will be terribly upset if he doesn't know about this. I know he would come to the memorial if he had to kill himself to get there. And if he is dressed like a Viking, so what? It would make us feel at home. Well, maybe my brain is functioning a bit - crazy, but functioning. Wayne
Wayne Reuel Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN U.S.A. - Tuesday, November 04, 2003 at 12:01:49 (EST)
We have lost a good fan. Danny Potter's "e-mail-edged-in-black" said it all so I'll paste it:
Dear Friends; Many of you will remember David Smith, known as "Smitty", from Grandfather Mountain. He was an accomplished photographer and many of his photos were featured in the program. Many of you also know that Smitty has been battling cancer for the last couple of years.
It is my sad duty to report that the old warrior finally lost his battle and passed away on Saturday, September 27, 2003 at the VA hospital in Asheville. According to his wishes, his remains have been cremated. A memorial service will be held on Saturday, October 11 at the home of xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfor more information as to time and directions.
I learned a lot from Smitty - things like chicks can't resist a cop car, and that you live the best you can 'til you die. His humor and courage we'll remember, and Grandfather Mountain will not be the same without him. Think of him and smile, which is the way he'd want it.
Yours aye,
DANNY
Smitty was a Bard with the soul of a child. He was especially nurturing for my son Sterling, becoming a surrogate uncle when very few people were cutting through the smoke screen of pubescent warfare. He will be sadly missed and oft times remembered.
Wayne
I am Phil and Pat's daughter. I just wanted to thank you for writting such beautiful words about my mother. It's nice to see her legacy be recognized. She truely was an amazing human being and a treasure to those who had the chance to meet her. Thank you so much.
Adrian Rose Leonard <aleonard@jnlcom.com>
Nashville, TN USA - Monday, March 31, 2003 at 12:37:59 (CST)
Our hearts and thoughts go out to Phil Leonard who engineered, produced and played on our album whose wife, Pat just passed to a better dimension after an heroic struggle. Pat is one of the unsung heroines of the music scene in East Tennessee. With Phil, she purchased and rescued The Down Home, arguably, one of the best music venues - especially for acoustic music - in the country. She was unheralded in the general population because she was an extremely private individual whose tempermentality was geared to personal anonymity. She was extremely artistic and was an absolute expert at discovering musical treasures in the strangest places - especially yard sales. No matter what Phil did; in radio, playing live, whatever, sooner or later one detected some subtle, but critical contribution from Pat. The woman left us, not so much with the memory of her personality so much as she left us with subtle reminders of a woman of ACTION. Highly individualistic, she choreographed her final scene to perfection and, with Phil's devoted assistance, got to be home, see her daughter get married and pull her own final curtain with a graceful bow. We bless Phil, daughter and new son-in-law with a small contribution to the shared memory. Wayne Reuel Bean
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Monday, March 31, 2003 at 10:40:09 (CST)
Hey Wayne - just saw your piece on Nora. Wonderful!!
Jack Beck <jbeck69087@aol.com>
New Gilston,Fife, Scotland - Sunday, February 23, 2003 at 06:30:20 (CST)
I would just like to document that our oldest and most passionate fan, Danny Potter, turned a half-century old on 22FEB03. About time he caught up to some of us. We had a superb party at Danny's house to celebrate the occasion. Kilpatrick was there (and we grieved for Laura), his son was there, Whiz was there.......everybody was there. We had some superb food - crowned by Ginger's potato soup - some good hootch and Sigean entertained in the old "Pictou" fashion - "rehersal-in-a-friendly-environment. The music was awesome. Jean has joined Sigean - and Ginger joined in on some of the tunes. Sounded like old times! But - the whole thing was designed to honor Danny on his "going-over-the-bunch-day" Danny devotes his life to working with the mentally challenged (which may include us),championing Scottish Heritage and being a great friend to all of us. He is a special guy! Happy 50th, Danny!(about time you caught up!). Luv, Pictou
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, Tennessee - Sunday, February 23, 2003 at 03:27:03 (CST)
Warm regards to our friend, Captain Neil Anderson (see our "Links" page),who was recently called to active duty for Operation Enduring Freedom. Please check Neil's website for updates. Wayne
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN U.S.A. - Sunday, February 09, 2003 at 14:00:01 (CST)
It is with great sorrow and extreme honor that I have to tell our friends of the passing over of one of the most seminal figures in Celtic Music. Most of you have never heard of her.Most of you have heard her legacy. Her name was Nora Porteous. She was left a widow, far too young, with a family. She was an artist, however. Somehow, she got the rent of the "Tron Shop" in Cullross, Fife, right smack in the middle of a pristine 15th/16th Century village in Scotland. Nearby, was the Dundonald Arms and the Red Lion Inn. The bottom floor of the house she lived in had a fireplace big enough to walk into. Nora had created a scene for music - for the future. Music is so commercial nowadays, we forget the times it was actually "real" back in the 60's and 70's. The people who stayed at - and played at - Nora's house became legends, later. Through the doors of her ancient house came The Chieftans, The Incredible String Band, Aly Bain, Cathel McConnell and Robin Morton (before they "found" each other) - I think that is a sufficient to establish the requisite credentials that the modern age seems to require - Nora had no problem on that score. Now lets get to the day-to-day things that actually mean a damn. Nora had sons who have become seminal musicians, Nigel was a professional mandolininst in Hong Kong. And then there was Lindsay. Lindsay is the most difficult musician to describe that you will ever encounter. I will not describe him. I'll just gloss his history. Lindsay got into bodhrans, hurdy-gurdys, mouthbows - oh, well, I'll give up on the host of instruments he is involved with - further skip. Lindsay became part of a group based in Cullross/Dunfermline ." It was an integral part of the Dunfermline Folk Club and Nora, to a great extent, hosted this resident beast. This group gathered the most disparate participants one could imagine. One was, outright, a blue collar squeezebox player named Jimmy Dunn. Jimmy had come up in the "pits." For you Americans - he was a miner. There was Mike Ward, a linguistics teacher who had a penchant for playing melodians and pennywhistles. There was George Haig, a civil engineer who played this horrifically American instrument - the 5-string banjo. Then there was Jack Beck, an apprenticed decorater and signwriter who was on his way to being a voice of his native country and a high-ranking vocational educator. At the extreme end was Pictous' veritable hero - Davy Lorkhart - much older than the rest, great fiddle player, artist, educator and devout left-winger(an understatement). There were members of this band of outlaws who preceeded this particular configuration - and more later, including Alisdair marshall and the celebrated Pete Clark - but it was that corps of men, aforementioned, who fried their arses together in front of Nora's big fireplace and became "Heritage." Heritage toured Europe - in the most amazing places. All of Nora's "boys and girls" are legend to us.( yes- there was one girl - as fierce as Nora - who kept Lindsay in line - but that is another story). Nora put up with all of this and encouraged it. She was a key figure in the developement of what we now tout as "Celtic Music." Was she politiclly liberal? No. Was she conservative? Yes - at least tempermentally. Nora was something beyond that - she was an artist. She had the tolerance of a rock outcropping. Above all, she was a parent. She had the sense of humor to put up with young pups who were radicals, getting into their lives and getting conservative. On the other hand, she put up with old Communists like Davy (who loved the hell out of her - and the feeling was mutual). Nora's legacy is not something that we sit and think about. It has been - and still is- an active force in all our lives. I'm only going to share my own fallout from that legacy: The time I saw Aly Bain and Mike Whelans, there was a bit of Nora. The time I saw Aly Bain and Dick Gaughan, there was MORE Nora. The time I saw the official "Boys of the Lough - definitely Nora. These were her "boys." Then there was the time I met her, personally. What did she do? She suggested that I talk to Lindsay. That cracked the ice as far as some wonderful people go. I don't know, now, whether meeting Jack beck at his house in Dunfermline was the major "Nora -generated" thrill. I think that the best thrill was in 1988 when I was standing in Logan Airport knowing that "I Personally" had cracked this ice (via Nora). An equal thrill was at Grandfather Mountain two years ago when I was standing in the field in front of the gate (The Kirking Field) and saw a couple of people getting hauled around on a buggy by Chris Snyder. I yelled, "Hey Lindsay!" I ran up and hugged Lindsay Porteous in the presence of a folk icon - it was Mike Seeger who was wondering, "Who the hell are you?" Linsay, Mike and I had a nice day - complements of Nora. Without her, it would have never happened - none of it. Ave et Vale to a most remarkable woman. I drink my tea (and coffee) most everyday out of a cup that has the "Tron Shop" and a good bit of Cullross on it. Nora created the artwork on it and designed the cup. Nora is with me every day - as well as her boys and girls. She may have turned a page but we are still reading, aren't we? There used to be a great abbey at Cullross. The chancel of what is left of it is the parish church. It is a remarkable ruin. However, if I got to go to Cullross tonight, it is not to the abbey I'd go - I go straightaway to the butcher's house (It is marked well with an engraved stone with a knife and cleaver - same on the tombstones). I'd go pray at one or t'other spot because Nora would understand that. I was trained as a butcher at one point. I would pray, first, from some place that had symbolic meaning for some aspect of my active life - then I'd go to the Abbey and pray, again. Something tells me, though, that I should hark, again, to my own heritage and think Episcopal. Oh well, I cannot be there but my prayers travel there, none the less. Lindsay - I send you a "cyberspace hug." Bheir mo shoraidh thar Ghunnaidh Gu Muile nam mor bheann Far an cluinnear a' chuthag Air gach bruthach ro'Bhealltainn Chi mi'm bata 's i tighinn Is Iain 'ga seoladh Cum direach i Iain Cum tioram i Dhomhnaill I an ciste chaoil chumhaig Air a dunadh 's a tairneadh 'S truagh nach robh mi 's an fhiabhras Mun do chuir mi riamh t'eolas We loved you! Pictou
Wayne Reuel Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Tuesday, January 28, 2003 at 22:36:46 (CST)
Laura Kilpatrick had a pet name she always called me, either while camping at Grandfather Mountain, on the phone, or wherever I happened to be blessed to see her. She would always say "Good morning, Sunshine!" and it always made me feel so special and loved. I'm sure she used the expression with other people, too, but that was one of her many talents - the ability to make everyone she met feel uniquely and wonderfully loved. I have so many wonderful memories of times spent with Jim (who I have always called "big brother", because if I could have picked a big brother it would have been him) and Laura, and I will treasure them forever. We have been through terrible losses, great good times, and some of the most profound and moving conversations I've ever known. The best way I can describe how I felt about them and their marriage is that for years I've always said that maybe someday I'll be blessed enough to find that certain special lady to make my life complete, and then I will have found "my Laura". Big Brother, you know my every thought is for you to find peace, and my every hope is that you will always remember that Laura is still with us and always will be. Not only will she be with us at "Fort Potter" at Grandfather Mountain, but right here in our hearts no matter where we are. Laura was always taking care of people, and lots of times she would make things better behind the scenes. Well, my friends, she's still doing it! Friday evening I left a message about Laura's passing for my ex-wife Terri at her father's house. She called me early the next day, and we talked for well over an hour. Ever had an ache or pain that you didn't realize how much it hurt until it was over? In our conversation we found that we had both put the bad times aside and remembered the good times, and that there was no animosity or hard feelings left between us. We both agreed that we had grown from the experience and learned a lot about ourselves. We've made peace, are better people for it, and are friends again after four years of not knowing how each other felt about it. Laura solved that problem, and made more hurt than I would have admitted to just disappear as quickly as that. I was told when I was a child that when someone who loved me died that it meant I had another guardian angel looking after me, because people may die, but love never does. I know I'll hear her, in my heart, saying "Good Morning, Sunshine!" many times in the future, and it will remind me that I loved and always will be loved by a wonderful, wonderful friend. May we all be blessed by the love we share that binds us now, and forever, together! Love aye, DANNY
Danny Potter <highlander@xtn.net>
Johnson City, TN USA - Tuesday, January 07, 2003 at 15:16:58 (CST)
Hi Guys and Family, Just got home from Laura's Celebration of Life. It was a very moving 3 days. Most of the time, took care of the granddaughters, Rachael and Brianna, while Jamie and Heather helped Jim with arrangements, transporting flowers and Laura's ashes from the funeral home to the church. The Kingdom, 78th Frasers, many Scottish Games and SAMS were all represented as well as the Atlanta Robert Burns Society. Just know that for those of you who could not attend, you were represented in spirit and with a strong Scottish show of what Clans can do when we show support for someone "So Loved, Respected and Honored." Of the music that was played, a hymn, Pat Talbert on her harp, Amazing Grace, Flowers of the Forest, I feel that the one Laura deserved the most, was the Navy Hymn. Damn if she wasn't Navy, I do not know who was. Laura had 30 plus years of "bootcamp" with Jim and deserved the title COMNAVHOMEPAC. See ya soon, Love Hal
Hal Morrison <morrisonhal@hotmail.com>
Newland, NC USA - Monday, January 06, 2003 at 21:11:59 (CST)
Laura Kilpatrick was laid to rest today. I was not able to be there. However, I can tell you a bit about her. She was a heroine-behind-a-hero. Her huband, Jim, was one of the very first U.S. Navy SEALS. Jim was an Aviation Ordinanceman back in the "good old days" of submarine hunting on a P-2 Neptune That, in itself, was a dangerous enough job. She stayed with him through that. Then (since he knew how to blow things up) he volunteered for the SEALS. She was able to stand it while Jim was helping to develope some of the most dangerous one could imagine - free falling out of C-130s, crawling through sewer-pipes and experimenting with the textbook of what would become our (finally) highly-touted "Special Forces" people. She was able to stand, at least, two tours Jim did in Viet Nam - out of sight, out of contact, while Jim was doing stuff best left unexplained to normal human beings. I never heard her brag about that. Sometimes, she would add to one of Jim's infrequent diatribes but he was her best biographer. The best story, I remember, is when he was returning from one of his tours in VietNam and they locked a briefcase full of messages to his arm. Laura didn't care. They met up at a hotel and what uniform items were restrained by the hand-cuffed briefcase got left flapping. She gave him a proper sailor's welcome home. When he got Stateside, SHE came first and Jim was ALWAYS first in her book. Jim, eventually, retired from all that cloak-and-dagger stuff. Was that the end to emotional challenges? Oh, no. Jim and Laura lost a son in an accident. Jim had asked to be killed an infinite amount of times. After all of that - by some freakdom of fate, they had to experience the most crushing blow imaginable. I had the privelige to share space with Jim one night at Grandfather Mountain when the tail of a hurricane hit the place. We opted to sit out in it, sharing a Mason Jar of "Commodities." It sounds crazy, I know. There were branches flying through the air, bungee cords were snapping and everyone had scattered to shelter while we sat there, trying to keep some of our friends' tents from flying away. That happened to be an appropriate time for Jim to talk, however. Superior people require superior occasions for declamations - and this was such an occasion. I heard the story roughly outlined above and had the opportunity to hear a confession of couple-bonding the likes I have never witnessed before or since. A couple of years later, my son committed suicide. Somehow, in the midst of that, I tuned into the memory of Jim telling me all these things about Laura and himself on this night which humans should not have been out in, if they had their right minds, and it brought me "to the front." I got a good "soaking" that night but I got a good insight into what it takes to be a superb wife and mother - and a superb husband and dad. In the end, it takes unconventional thinking and Laura was superb at it. She HAD to be but, she never (at least, in my presence) complained about anything that she had lived through. She tended to focus on the "here-and-now" with more than a good bit of wisdom. This July, I trust that we will meet Jim on the mountain. I will make a concerted effort to get Jean, Ginger and I together, again, for a "Pictou" concert on top of that "damned rock" (the faithful know what I mean)to welcome Laura's spirit amongst us. In fact, I don't think that a proper memorial concert has ever been performed in the place where it matters - the campground around "Calhoun World Headquarters." We should DO it! I'll bet Alex and Colin would contribute, too. We have to bond and never QUIT! Let us send Laura to the "Island" the way we know how. If we do it in July, oh well! Remember her patience! She will wait for us! Luv, Wayne
Wayne Reuel Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Monday, January 06, 2003 at 18:12:15 (CST)
Just picked up your message centre, and also got your CD sometime ago, but I have only played once, owing to commiyments, have not been able to listen to it fully, but have enjoued the part I listened to. Love to All,Dad in Scotland Archie Adams
Archie Adams <archie addams@btinternet.com>
Kinghorn Burntisland,Fife, Scotland U.K - Monday, January 06, 2003 at 11:19:42 (CST)
When Danny phoned with the news, I was shocked. Jim and Laura, I love you guys. It is hard for me to express this, but I know that my GMHG experience will be quite diminished this year in 2003. I wish we could all be down there with our Scottish family today and tomorrow for the gathering. Know that we are stnding right there with you in our hearts. Fare thee well, Lady Laura. Betsy Hultin and Chris Snyder, Dorie and Katie
Betsy Hultin <GlastonburyFarm@juno.com>
Cosby, TN - Sunday, January 05, 2003 at 09:57:13 (CST)
In memory of Laura Kilpatrick. There will be visitation tomorrow from 3-5 at White Column Funeral Home on Clay Rd, Mabelton GA. The funeral is 2pm Monday at the McEachern (sp) UMC on Macland Rd., Power Springs. I asked about memorials and she said that what had been talked about was for those of us who wished to give one to make it to our own churches in Laura's name. Grandfather Mountain will be a lot emptier from now on. Thanks to Mary Morrison for the information. Wayne Reuel Bean Greeneville, TN USA
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greenville, TN - Saturday, January 04, 2003 at 22:02:12 (CST)
Hi Pal, Thought it high time I posted to the guestbook. The CD is spread around Scotland now - and France, courtesy of Dominique. The opportunities to discuss the Heritage/Pictou connection continue to arise surprisingly often, and the network seems to expand at an amazing rate. Slainte, Jack
Jack Beck <jbeck69087@aol.com>
New Gilston,Fife, Scotland - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 09:13:07 (CST)
Very interesting site. Nice design. You just never know what google may turn up.
Craig A. Robertson <croberts@zoo.uvm.edu>
Burlington, VT USA - Thursday, June 20, 2002 at 18:10:43 (CDT)
Hi guys! Great site! Any chance you'll be coming to the Great State of Maine any time soon?
Fred Gosbee <castlebay@castlebay.net>
Round Pond, ME US - Wednesday, June 12, 2002 at 09:14:17 (CDT)
Just received the Pictou Reprobate CD in today's mail. Outstanding job Pictou! I've already played this album until the tracks are gonna melt. For anyone that likes storytellers, this is a MUST own celtic album!!!! Keep up the good work...... we love ya! " V "
Vanessa <Kiss4Lovey@aol.com>
Pleasant Hill, OH USA - Friday, May 31, 2002 at 00:55:19 (CDT)
Luv ya, Hilary! Here's to the days of Barry and "agricultural commodities." (BTW folks - Hilary took the first stab at ordering our album via internet - she gets the official Pictou "Maidenhead-Robbing" award. We will sanctify this with an official "whodunnit" from H.M. James Kilpatrick. In case you haven't gathered - Pictou is not a just a band - it is a social event - with levity. Chime in! Hilary knows this.........................) Luv, Pictou!
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Tuesday, May 14, 2002 at 20:49:00 (CDT)
Hey Y'All, Played your CD and it brought back some warm, happy memories of chilly nights on Grandfather Mountain, sitting around Fort Potter, listening to you all play. Also brought back fuzzy memories of finishing off a bottle of wine one afternoon with Jeanie while engaging in girl-talk! Ah, yes, the good ol' days. Ginger, you only gave me one bodhran lesson, so I'm hoping for another one soon! Hope to see you all in July. Your good folks, I love you all. You were high on Barry's list of "good folk," too. Love from Hilary
Hilary Carmichael <hilaryc@att.net>
North Palm Beach, FL - Tuesday, May 14, 2002 at 20:15:38 (CDT)
Posting Instructions: a)click the little red "add" at the top of the page. A new window should open up. b)Fill in the appropriate fields: name, e-mail address, State (abbreviated) or Province (type in - if from Britain, post your Shire), Country. c)Type your message in the "Comments, Request, Message" section. d)Click: Submit Query (or hit "Reset" if you messed something up or change your mind). A new window will open with your message. e) Click "Back to Guestbook." Ignore the re-load (refresh) warning for now. Another window should open with all the messages - with yours on top. If that doesn't happen THEN click the reload/refresh button on your computer.
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Tuesday, May 14, 2002 at 14:29:57 (CDT)
I have been getting e-mail comments that people are having difficulty posting to the Guestbook. I will go through the process, document the steps and add instructions in a following post! Wayne
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Tuesday, May 14, 2002 at 14:19:35 (CDT)
Hey Kevin, Thanks! Yes, Maurice and Avis are my uncle and aunt - in fact, as of a few days ago, Maurice was in the hospital with Ken (Send Ken a get-well wish). I saw Kendra a year ago on Easter at the church - when she broke out with "Lord of the Dance", it was a most uplifting experience! I do get the Alumnus and enjoy it very much. Wayne
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Monday, May 13, 2002 at 12:13:17 (CDT)
Hey! This is a wonderful site--well organized, informed, articulate, fun, and passionate! Dalton Budge (an accomplished musician, as well), a brother to my father-in-law, Ken Budge, passed your address on to me. Dalt notes that he "met" you (Wayne) on the internet while researching a genealogy. Another interesting note: My wife, Kendra (Downs--Lee Academy '66) and I attend the Springfield Congregational Church where Maurice Bean and Avis (Bean) Sussenguth attend. Relatives? I'm told that you are a 1970 Lee Academy grad. Kendra and I work at LA and have done so since the early '80's, she as guidance counselor and I as teacher/administrator/development director. I hope you're receiving the Alumnus. If not, let me know your address and I'll add you to the mailing list. If you ever tour the northeast and are in the area over Labor Day weekend, we'd love to book Pictou (we don't pay much, but we have cool T-shirts and serve great burgers...) for a Springfield Fair gig. The fair is alive and well and, as its history espouses, "Bigger and Better than Ever." It's also less unruly than you may recollect, a fact which disturbs a few, but thrills most. Best wishes, Kevin Ritchie
Kevin Ritchie <kevinritchie@leeacademy.lee.me.us>
Lee, ME USA - Monday, May 13, 2002 at 11:32:56 (CDT)
Hey Lisa! What a surprise! Actually, Richard Blaustein is a good friend of ours and has played with us on many occasions. "Doctor Dick" is still as eccentric and off-the-wall as ever. He teaches at East Tennessee State about a half-hour East of us. He knows Sandy, too and it is highly likely that he has forgotten you. I'll tell him "Hi" for you. Thanx, Wayne
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Monday, May 13, 2002 at 11:30:19 (CDT)
Dear Wayne, A chance discussion of the history of Veazie and the eponymous Gen. Samuel L. led to the discovery that I'd been riding the bus back from work at the Bangor Public Library with a friend of yours from Topsfield! He told me you had a band (of course) and a web site, so I came in to work an hour early, checked out a computer terminal, entered "Wayne Reuel Bean" in the internet search engine, et voila: instant access to what is ndubitably the best written and most polemical traditional music web site in existence. Mazel tov. I am just the same as ever. As proof, I offer the fact that I am possibly the last person left in America without e-mail, a CD-player or at-home internet access. When I get home tonight, I'm going to write Sandy (now retired and living in Bucksport) to pass along all this information. You might know a very fine fiddler, who's taught folklore at ETSU for many years: Richard Blaustein. He won't remember, but I met him many years ago, when he was studying Chinese at Brooklyn College. He used to surprise waiters in Chinese restaurants by ordering in Mandarin. Your friend (still and always), Lisa Feldman
Lisa Feldman <40 Kelley Road>
Orono, ME 04473 - Monday, May 13, 2002 at 10:54:24 (CDT)
Hi Everybody, Welcome to our guestbook - drop in once in a while and tell us who you are and how you are doing! Jeannie, Ginger & Wayne Pictou
Wayne Bean <pictou@naxs.net>
Greeneville, TN USA - Monday, May 13, 2002 at 10:10:43 (CDT)