I spent most of my Summers away from Michigan and with my Mamaw and Papaw in Cumberland Gap, circa 1960's-1970's, visiting family in Blacksburg, Roanoke, Big Stone Gap, even a little place called Bean's Fork. I remember listening and watching in amazement my Papaw and kin "makin' noise" as Mamaw called it, pickin on the banjo or old guitar along with an old mountain dulcimer, sometimes even a hammer dulcimer, tapping his boot on the wooden planks of the porch and keeping time...I was mesmerized by the sound as it blended through the air. That was long ago, but not to be forgotten. Thankfully, here in Michigan, we have some nice festivals that feature guitars, banjos and dulcimers, so I still get a taste of it. Thanks for sharing these wonderful things I miss so much. DianaLynn