It's Saturday night as I sit at the computer to write something for Sunday's blog post, and through social media, I know what act is about to take the stage at Almonte Celtfest momentarily. It interests me because we attended the Celtfest weekend for 15 years. In the early days, it was mainly just a Sunday afternoon concert. Presently, it begins on Friday night, continues on Saturday afternoon and evening and then onto and through Sunday afternoon. The curtain will come down with everybody singing The Parting Glass. It's a great event.
We loved it in our time, but that miserable pandemic came along and essentially cancelled it for two years. By then, we were further into our 70s and the thought of lugging lawn chairs and picnic baskets around a hot, sunny hillside in search of a patch of shade felt like a little much. I miss it somewhat, but I take joy in 15 years of memories. We have moved on to a different phase of life, and we appreciate it for what it is.
I looked through some past photos. I think everyone of which appeared in posts back in those days
This first photo is of the very last act of Saturday night of our final concert in 2019. I have thought that it was the final act that we ever saw but there would have been others on the following Sunday afternoon. However, I don’t remember them, so Ashely MacIssac’s performance stands out as the final act for me. It’s very fitting because he is a world class fiddler who left me feeling that I had been in the presence of musical genius.
also 2018, a drummer with another group, slightly re-edited 2026





























