Yesterday, my friend Gwen and I drove from Cumming to Social Circle, GA for dinner at the Blue Willow Inn. If you're from this area, I'm sure you've heard of the Blue Willow Inn. It has been here for almost 20 years, serving a buffet of the best Southern cooking I have ever eaten. Fried green tomatoes, macaroni and cheese like my mother used to make, prime rib, salads, sweet potatoes, fried chicken, and more. And the desserts - peanut butter pie, pecan pie, coconut custard pie, coconut cake, banana pudding and more.
The Inn is a converted church, filled with antiques. Heavy wide casings around the doorways, pocket doors, a wide staircase to the second floor, and a big front porch, complete with rocking chairs to sit while you're waiting for your table.
Unfortunately, hard times have hit the Blue Willow Inn. Miss Billie, the 73-year old owner, recently lost her husband and is having trouble keeping the Inn afloat. There was an article in the Atlanta paper last month telling about the problems. If you live anywhere in the Atlanta-Athens-Augusta area, please take an afternoon and visit the Blue Willow Inn. You'll have a wonderful meal and help this lovely lady keep her dream alive.
After spending almost 2 hours eating and talking, Gwen and I drove on to Greensboro, GA for the highlight of the evening - a John McDermott concert.
I absolutely adore John McDermott. He has the most beautiful voice and is such an entertaining and humble man. He is very concerned about the veterans of the United States and Canada and performs songs relating to them. He has opened the
McDermott House Canada, a palliative care center for veterans, military and first responders facing terminal illnesses. He also helped fund the
Hope McDermott Day Program Center at the New England Shelter for Homeless Veterans, in honor of his mother. John is a truly humble, compassionate man who believes deeply in his causes.
And the voice! Pure, clear - the type of voice that raises goosebumps up and down my arms.
The setting last night was at Festival Hall in Greensboro. It was small and intimate, holding possibly 400 people, if that many. And the place was packed. John was there with 4 musicians - 4 very talented musicians. He told stories about his family, explained the background of various songs he sang, and joked around with the audience. He sang old Irish songs and songs about war and even sang a song my kids knew when they were little - I'm My Own Grandpa.
During the intermission, John was in the lobby, available to sign programs and take pictures and just chat with the guests. I asked him if he would sing a song for me that was my grandmother's favorite, Galway Bay. Sure, he said. And lo and behold, when the second half of the show started, he did. How many musical stars would change their program and add a song just because someone in the audience requested it? And how many would be standing in the lobby during intermission (and after the show also) just to say hello to the ones who came to see him. He appreciates his audience and tells them so.
He ended the show with an encore, his own special rendition of Danny Boy, sung acapella. For a few seconds after the song ended, the room was dead silent. We all were mesmerized by his voice and it took a while for the spell to be broken. Then the cheers and applause started and lasted quite a while.
If you ever have a chance to see John in a concert, please do. It's hard to put into words the feeling you get when you hear this voice. He usually tours in Canada, with a few visits to the US each year. The next time he's going to be in the US is in July in Niagara Falls. I might have to take another trip to the Falls this summer!
This picture is blurry - I need to teach Gwen how to hold a camera still! Damn, he's cute for a mature man!