So unfolds another Tamworth Country Music Festival. A ten day period where people manage to keep on smiling, while ignoring the extreme summer heat. It is a marathon to survive so seasoned festival goers plan their days accordingly.
This is the thirty-eighth Tamworth festival and as a Tamworth girl myself, I have experienced more than thirty of them. Some of those years missing were given to living in other countries. But I have managed to travel back for most of the others if living interstate or elsewhere.
Memories of my first festival, then a three day event, are somehow some of the clearest of my childhood. As a young girl wearing a long floral dress, I sat in the front row at the 1973 Golden Guitar awards at the Tamworth Town Hall. I watched the stars collect their awards, while swinging my little legs, too short then to reach the ground. I knew everyone on the stage though and every word to their winning songs.
My father was very involved in the early days of the industry and these ‘stars’ were family friends, dropping in from time to time to play music with the folks.