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Written for Visit NC Smokies, see original article here.
What the heck is a Folkmoot?
A question I was asking myself last Spring when I moved to Haywood County from Atlanta, GA. As a millennial in my late 20s, I enjoy plenty of outdoor festivals with live music, and loved living in a large city that offered a lot of culture. However, "folk" music to me was for older folks who liked calm tunes and quiet melodies. My idea of a folk festival was 30 people watching a band consisting of a banjo and washboard; nothing wrong with that, it just wasn't for me. Upon learning about the Summer Folkmoot Festival I just assumed it was more of the same - quiet music meant to silently nod your head to. I could not have been more wrong.
I had seen several signs and posters around my new hometown with "Folkmoot
" branded across them and couldn't help but be curious to learn more despite my biases of "folk/culture" events. I've been known to attend a rodeo, festival, or yard sale simply because I saw a sign telling me where to go. This time I had time to plan since the festival activities did not begin until July. As I began stalking the #folkmoot hashtag on social media (as any proper millennial would do) I found a multitude of images of people wearing bright and intricate costumes doing everything from playing instruments, to dancing, to trying to leap frog each other by Lake Junaluska. When I investigated further I realized it was a 2 week long festival with several different kinds of events in the towns of Waynesville, Canton, Maggie Valley, Clyde and Lake Junaluska. I learned that Folkmoot flies in performing groups from all over the world to share their culture and traditions during festival.
Despite recovering from moving costs I decided to splurge on a ticket for the Wednesday night fundraising Gala that kicks off the festival and split the cost with a friend. It was that night that I fell in love with Folkmoot. As I strolled under the stars in the field that sits in a valley of mountains adjacent to the Folkmoot building, all decorated with different countries' flags and bursting with color from all the performers' outfits, I was alive with excitement. The performance began with brightly colored dancers sweeping across the stage with an elegance I could never hope to recreate. Their skirts bloomed into wide petals of fabric as they spun and their musicians played upbeat music I found myself bobbing to. That bobbing would turn into full blown clapping and shots of joy later in the night. The next group was from my new hometown, the Appalachian cloggers, and there wasn't even a washboard in the band, imagine that. There is certainly an art to dancing and making music with your feet at the same time.
"Their skirts bloomed into wide petals of fabric as they spun and their musicians played upbeat music I found myself bobbing to."
After my friend and I enjoyed some complimentary wine we noticed dancers getting ready to the right of the stage and decided to investigate. The Russian performers were wearing vibrant blue outfits and helping each other tie up their costumes. I snapped some photos as an excuse to observe them. All of the different countries' groups were interacting with each other despite the language barrier and even playing pranks on each other. Several bunny ears and silly faces were made as they posed for my photos. Once the next group of performers took the stage we made our way back to our seats, smiles stretched across our faces at the simplicity of friendship despite differences. We were loving the performances so much we walked up to the front near the stage and sat right on the grass with a few other people wanting the best view.
The following night I attended the Grand Opening at Lake Junaluska's
Stuart Auditorium and arrived a little early. Performers were outside by the lake practicing their routines and one group was doing some form of flips and somersaults using each other's bodies to launch off of. Once the show began inside it was a mix of dances and music from high energy to melow acts. I suppose I became a Folkmoot groupie on a quest to find out what the heck a "folkmoot" was because the next day I found myself in downtown Waynesville
for the free Parade of Nations. After the parade the Indian group did a dance demonstration and got about 50 people from the crowd together to give it a try. There were old folks, toddlers, and everything in between including me and my friends all hopping and skipping around looking a fool but we had so much fun. Throughout the remainder of the festival length I attended an after party in Canton, a performance at Hart Theater, and any meet and greet I could make it to.
“I suppose I became a Folkmoot groupie”
In those two weeks of celebrating international culture and music I learned that “Folkmoot” means “meeting of the people.” The whole foundation of the festival is built around bringing people together in Western North Carolina to give the opportunity to build a deeper sense of connection, mutual respect and shared purpose by experiencing other cultures. I certainly changed my preconceived views of the festival as I came to the realization that, quite simply, the festival celebrates the vibrancy of life outside of our own bubbles, by honoring traditions new and old. I will be back again this year ready to “get folked up at Folkmoot” and try my hand at more dances to feel those joyous moments of connection once again.
Let me know what you think of Folkmoot or tell me what your favorite Summer Festival is in the comments below!