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At Reni’s Redneck Yacht Club, Yulee

At Reni’s Redneck Yacht Club, Yulee

July 27, 2018 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

An afternoon at the Redneck Yacht Club

On one of my earlier trips to the States, I went to stay for a few days in Yulee, Florida, with my friends Mike and Wanda. The year was 2009. While I was there, Mike took me to visit Reni’s Redneck Yacht Club on US-17. This was a venue where he often played with his band. We set off in his truck to travel the four miles or so from his home to get there.

Just before the road crossed the river, we turned down onto the unpaved parking lot. Ahead, I could see the red wooden building that was set to one side of the highway. In front of it, a dozen or more motorbikes and some trucks were parked up. As we got out of the truck, we could hear the sound of the music from the band that was playing that day. Some people were seated at an assortment of tables outside the club. Others were standing while listening to the music, or chatting among themselves as they drank their beers.

Outside the Redneck Yacht Club, Yulee.

Outside Reni’s Redneck Yacht Club.

This Riverside Bar

The Redneck Yacht Club a small bar situated on the river front of the Nassau River. This is a meandering river that weaves its way through the Nassau County countryside towards Jacksonville. There were some tables and chairs on the wooden deck in front of the building by the entrance door. A couple of large, straw-covered parasols gave some welcome shade for when the sun was strong.

A notice, fixed to a post alongside the steps leading up to the deck, read, “If you B.Y.O.B, you will be asked to L.E.A.V.E – and don’t come back”. The bar owners obviously weren’t planning on losing any sales of their own beer.

In spite of it’s name, I am not sure how much sailing was done from this place. I never saw any yachts in the vicinity. It was, however, a popular haunt for rednecks and bikers. Mike certainly came under the latter category, being a keen biker. He is also a brilliant musician. However, the day we went there was his day off from playing. I didn’t know the name of the band that was there, though I’m sure Mike did.

The band was set up on an raised outdoor platform, under a car-port-style roof, which passed as a bandstand. This roof gave them some shelter from the sun, or rain, depending on the weather on the day. I’m glad to say, it was a bright sunny day for my visit, though cool enough for me to be wearing my thick red cardigan.

About Fred, the Cockerel ‘Guard Dog’

Fred, the cockerel 'guard dog'.

Fred, the cockerel ‘guard dog’.

Weaving his way in and out of the legs of people and tables legs, was a large cockerel, or rooster, named Fred. He was a magnificent looking bird, with shiny russet plumage. He was perfectly content to mingle with the crowd as they drank their beers or other beverages. However, so I was told, he had a character change at night. Woe betide any intruder who tried to enter the premises after closing time as they would find themselves being viciously attacked by a large ball of beak and feathers. Fortunately, I didn’t have to witness this spectacle.

The Band

The band playing that day were a six-piece group: four guitarists, a drummer and a vocalist. They were playing loud, up-beat, rock-style music. I don’t recall being familiar with any of the songs they were singing. Behind the open-backed stage, the reeds alongside the river banks and a large tree could be seen. Unfortunately, because the band were in the shadow of the stage roof, and the sky behind it was so bright, the photo I took of them was very under-exposed … my apologies.

Musician playing on outdoor stage.

Musicians at the Redneck Yacht Club

The crowd were evidently happy with the bands offerings, as they listened and chatted among themselves. Mike knew a number of people there, though they were all strangers to me, and he spent some time talking with them.

We had a couple of drinks each while we were there – mine was a non-alcoholic root beer. Later, when we felt we’d been there long enough, we headed back to Mike’s home to have a meal that Wanda had prepared for us.

 

 

 

Uncategorized Tagged: bar, bikers, Florida, music, redneck, yacht club

I just missed Hurricane Matthew

I just missed Hurricane Matthew

December 31, 2016 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

On October the 4th 2016 I flew into Orlando International airport, missing Hurricane Matthew by just two days. Of course, when I booked my trip I had no idea that there would be a hurricane at all while I was in the States. I had chosen to fly in October rather than the beginning of September, partly due to another hurricane forecast.  This was for Hurricane Hermine, a category 1 hurricane, which became the first to make landfall for eleven years.

Hurricane Matthew was forecast to be a bad one, and so it proved to be. At category 3 at its offshore centre, it was the strongest one to affect the east coast of Florida in eleven years, even though it didn’t quite make landfall. It did, however, travel parallel with the coast, just offshore, causing high winds, storm surges and torrential rain. These combined to cause a lot of damage up the east coast of Florida and into south-east Georgia and South and North Carolina.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Matthew

Most people on the plane I flew in on seemed to be totally unaware of Hurricane Matthew’s approach. I never heard once anyone mention it and I didn’t have the heart to draw it to their attention. It would have only caused them to start worrying about it before they needed to. They’d find out about it soon enough. They would get plenty of advice about how to prepare for it, after they had landed. Many of them were heading to Disneyland and the people there were used to dealing with hurricanes.

A Change of Plan needed

I had intended to stay two nights in Florida before moving up north. However, my friends, who I had planned to visit early in my trip, were all busy preparing for the arrival of Hurricane Matthew. So I cancelled the second night I’d booked in Sanford, and headed up into Georgia. Fortunately, I booked a room for that night in Macon, GA, before I left.

Arriving in Macon, after a six hour drive, there was not a room to be had anywhere in that area. This was due to the sheer number of people who were evacuating their homes and heading north. I learned next day that, during an evacuation, traffic flow on the south-bound lanes is reversed on the Interstates. This meant there were six lanes of traffic heading north on I-75.

As I was booking in, the hotel receptionist was fielding calls every few minutes from people looking for rooms. She was telling them all the rooms in whole area were fully booked and that their best bet was to head for Atlanta, almost two hours drive further north.

Keeping Track of Hurricane Matthew

In order to keep myself updated about its progress, I regularly watched the ‘Tracking Hurricane Matthew’ news channel. At one point there was a fear that, after it had travelled up the coast, it would circle round over the ocean and come round to hit the Florida coast a second time. I believe this had only happened once before since records had been kept, but fortunately this second hit did not materialise.

The next day, I cut across into Alabama. To continue on up towards Atlanta, my usual route, I risked getting stuck in a traffic jam for hours. I phoned a friend who lives in north Alabama and we arranged to meet up in Fort Payne that evening.  When I arrived, she and her husband treated me to a meal at the Cracker Barrel restaurant. After parting company again, I spent the night at a motel in Rainsville, just six miles further up the road. Then the next day I continued my journey on into Tennessee.

I was glad to learn that all my Florida friends suffered only minor damage to their homes and that they were all safe and sound.

My Stories, My Stories, Places and Adventures, Travel Tagged: airport, Florida, Georgia, hurricane, Matthew, Orlando, Orlando airport, Orlando International airport, Sanford, travel

How I met Doc Kazoo

How I met Doc Kazoo

August 20, 2016 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

During my travels to the USA I’ve met so many interesting people. This story is about how I met Doc Kazoo. My meeting with Doc Kazoo came about as the result of a number of extraordinary coincidences, which began in my home town of Nantwich. But first, for those who don’t already know, I will explain what a kazoo is.

What is a kazoo?

A kazoo is a small musical wind instrument, made out of wood or metal. The player hums into it, rather than blowing. It sounds something like the primitive instrument many people used to make in their school days by folding paper over a comb, then putting it to their lips and humming, making a buzzing sound. I’ve since learned that the kazoo is a popular instrument in jug bands, carnival marching bands, folk and ukulele bands, and it is sometimes used in jazz bands.

George with some of his kazoos

George with some of his kazoos

So what is the connection between Doc Kazoo and Nantwich? And how did I come to be meeting him? After all, we live over 4,000 miles apart, me in the UK, and Doc Kazoo in Florida.

This extraordinary chain of events

The extraordinary chain of events that led to our meeting began in Nantwich, at the annual Jazz, Blues and Music Festival during the Easter weekend in 2014. One band I went to see that weekend was called The N’Ukes (short for Nantwich Ukuleles). While watching them, I noticed that one of the players was playing a small wooden instrument which I didn’t recognise. After the band finished their final set, I went up to him and asked him what this instrument was. He told me it was a kazoo.

My curiosity was spiked

Later that evening, when writing up my on-line diary, I looked up the word ‘kazoo’ to check how to spell it. I was also curious to find out more about these intriguing wooden instruments. As I browsed, one particular website caught my eye. It belonged to someone called Doc Kazoo. The thing that particularly caught my attention was a poster on his site. It was advertising The N’Ukes upcoming gig in Audlem, near Nantwich, the following month. Why, I wondered, would someone from Florida be advertising a Nantwich band’s gig in the UK. After all, they were on opposite sides of the Atlantic, with over 4,000 miles of water between them. Intrigued, I researched further.

What I Discovered

I discovered that Doc Kazoo (real name: George Collins) has a small factory, which he calls The Great AsWeGo Kazoo Factory. It is in a workshop alongside his home in Eustis, Florida. Here he makes wooden kazoos and a number of other wooden instruments. It looked fascinating.

Just ten days after making this discovery, I was due to leave for the USA. Looking at the map, I realised that George’s home was only a half-hour drive from Sanford, where I was going to be staying for the first part of my trip.

I like to keep my journeys short during my first few days, giving me time to get over jet lag. However, a week earlier, I’d found I was going to have some free time the day after my arrival. The person I’d hoped to visit that day wasn’t well and had called off my visit to her. So, before leaving England, knowing that I would have these few hours spare, I contacted George, asking if I could come and visit him. He replied, saying that I was welcome. He gave me his address and phone number, and sent me some pictures to help me find his place. As it gets too hot for him to work later in the day, he suggested that I get there before 11am. So, on a sunny April day, I found myself driving to his place.

Finding Doc Kazoo’s Home

My GPS (SatNav) led me to his home and I could easily recognise which gateway to turn into from the pictures he’d sent me. I turned into a long, tree-lined, dirt driveway, which opened out onto large grassy meadow. As I pulled up I saw his factory, or workshop, on my right. It looked like a large garage, blue-grey in colour, with wide double-doors. It was situated a couple of hundred yards from his house, which I could see further up the driveway. The doors of his workshop were wide open, so, after parking my car, I went over and called his name. George came breezing out and gave me a hearty welcome, ushering me inside.

Doc Kazoo's Workshop

Doc Kazoo’s Workshop

His workshop was crammed full of tools. Racks, holding lengths of wood in different colours, lined one wall. Kazoos, some completed, some part-made, were on small racks on the work benches. Various other wooden instruments were around the work place. The fragrance from all the different types of woods filled the air.

George showed me round before giving me a demonstration of how he makes these kazoos. He first chooses the right piece of wood, then carves out the basic shape before proceeding to hollow it out and shape it. He has created his own design of reed for them, using small pieces of plastic from carrier bags obtained from one particular supermarket. After a lot of experimenting, he had found that the plastic used in these particular bags gives the best sound.

The link with Nantwich

Talking to him, as he showed me round, I found out about his connection with The N’Ukes. I discovered that the kazoo that I’d seen being played in Nantwich was one that he had made. In fact, he had made several for that band. These included some that they would be selling at the Audlem festival to raise money for the charities they were supporting.

George gets orders for his kazoos from people all over the world. For everyone who wants it, he makes a video of their own kazoo being made, which he then ships to them with their order. The video camera he uses to film his work is one designed for underwater use. It’s the only type that will keep the ever-present wood dust out of the workings.

Most of the kazoos he makes are made to order, but he keeps a few ready for impromptu sales. I bought one of them as a memento of my visit. I also took quite a few photos of George and his workshop to show my friends when I returned home.

After he’d finished showing me round his workshop, he showed me his small vegetable garden. It is between his workshop and another building. It is fully enclosed to keep the rabbits from eating his lettuces and radishes, and the other crops he grows for himself and his wife, Lynette Auberjeunois. I was sorry not to have been able to meet Lynette, as she was asleep at the time. She is a composer and flute instructor and she does much of her composing during the night, which is why she sleeps during the day.

George the Photographer

George is also a very keen photographer. His speciality is taking photos of the wonderful sunrises, sunsets and cloud formations, as seen from his home. He also photographs his animals, visiting birds and his neighbours’ horses. Some photos are aerial shots he takes using his drone-mounted camera. Many of his photos are on his Facebook page.

He also told me about his time in the navy, part of which he spent stationed in Scotland, and how he managed to get his own van shipped there, and back, by the navy.

A couple of hours later, we bade each other farewell, saying we hoped to meet again some day.

My second meeting with Doc Kazoo

The following year, in September 2015, he welcomed me back again. My visit was a surprise to him as, although I had tried to phone him beforehand, I’d failed to reach him. It turned out that this was because I had one digit wrong for his phone number. Anyway, as I was going to be passing close to his home, I decided to drop by on the off-chance he was there. Fortunately for me, I got there in time to catch him before he had to leave to take his dog to the vet. He gave me a warm welcome, as before.

Since my previous visit, he’d updated the design of the kazoo reeds. He gave me some to bring back to the UK, both for myself and for Barry, the N’Ukes’ kazoo player. It was good to see George again and we had over an hour together before I had to resume my journey and he had to head for the vets.

I am so glad to have gained George as another friend to add to my ever-growing list of friends on the US side of the pond.

My First Solo Trips, My Stories, My Stories, People, Travel Tagged: Doc Kazoo, Florida, kazoo, Nantwich

Line dancing in Sanford

Line dancing in Sanford

May 10, 2016 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

During my first visit to Sanford, I met up with three local line dancing teachers who I had been in touch with by e-mail for some months before coming to Sanford. They were all teaching line dancing classes at The Barn in Sanford, FL.

Back in 2005, I had choreographed a dance to Tennessee Birdwalk, which was Jack Blanchard and Misty Morgan’s biggest hit song. I had asked one of the dance teachers, Janis Graves, if she would be kind enough teach my dance during my visit and she had agreed to do so.

Springing my Surprise

All along my plan had been to get Jack and Misty to come and see my dance. With some difficulty, I managed to persuade them to join me at The Barn one evening … just to come and watch what line dancing was like. Jack and Misty had known about my dance ever since I had choreographed it, but they had never seen it being danced.

They had no idea about my arrangement with Janice, and when they heard their song start to play, their faces were a picture as it dawned on them what I had planned. They told me that they loved the dance, and Misty even had a go at dancing it, even though she is not a line dancer. Her forté, when she was younger, was tap dancing.

During those few days in Sanford, I attended the classes of all three of these teachers. I was surprised to find how many of the dances they were doing were ones that I already knew. I guess the international sharing of top favourite dances in the linedance magazines, and by the choreographers who toured the world, had a lot to do with that. Many other dances they were doing were ones that I found easy to follow and, of course, they taught a few new dances during their classes too. The classes were well attended and I made several new friend there.

My Stories, My Stories, Uncategorized Tagged: dancing, Florida, Jack & Misty, Jack Blanchard, Misty Morgan, people, Sanford

Driving on the Wrong Side

Driving on the Wrong Side

May 1, 2015 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

First time driving on the wrong side (for me)

In England, we drive on the left-hand side of the road, with the steering wheel on the right-hand side of the car, so, for us Brits, it seems as if we are driving on the wrong side of the road when we come to the USA.

Landing in Orlando for the first time, after a nine-hour flight, I deemed it not wise to pick up a rental car from the airport the same afternoon I arrived. Having never driven in the USA before, I didn’t want to try driving on the wrong side of the road for the first time when I was tired from the flight. So I took a taxi to my hotel in Sanford. The next morning, after a good night’s sleep and a good breakfast, I contacted a local car rental company and arranged for them to pick me up at my hotel. They took me to their depot to choose a suitable car for my needs over the next few days. The car I chose was an economy car, a 2007 Dodge, if I remember right, and after all the paperwork was signed, I set off for my first drive.

It felt strange driving on the right-hand side of the road at first, rather than on the left. But it’s just as well that the brake and accelerator (gas) pedals are on the same side in cars on both sides of the Atlantic, else I would have been in trouble. The fact that virtually all rental cars in the USA are automatics was no problem to me as I had been driving automatics for almost twenty years by then.

I soon discovered that my choice of car was not a good one. The driver’s seat was very uncomfortable and I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to be driving that car over a long distance. Fortunately, I only needed this car for a couple of days as I was due to fly up to Boston to see my sister on my third day in Florida, so I was only going to be driving it locally round Sanford before leaving for the airport again.

I drove around in the immediate vicinity of rental company’s car park a couple of times, to familiarize myself with the controls, before setting off around the nearby roads. I did not have a SatNav (GPS) in this car … in fact, I didn’t even discover what they were until later in this trip … but I had studied a map of the town, so I had some idea of my bearings. I found that I soon started to get the feel of driving on the other side of the road. The transition was easier than I had thought it would be, and having the steering wheel on the left side certainly helped.

I had been driving around for about 20 minutes when I took a left turn. Almost as soon as I’d taken this turn, I realised that I had got myself onto the ramp leading up to the I-4 freeway, but I was committed and there was no turning back. I decided that my only course of action was to just come off the freeway at the next junction and hope that I could find my way back to my hotel. Fortunately the next exit was very close to the hotel and, with what I remembered from my map studies, I got back there safe and sound, much to my relief.

After that, I managed to keep my bearings pretty well … that is, until I had to get back to the airport three days later. But more about that in the next post.

driving, My First Solo Trips, My Stories, Places and Adventures, Travel Tagged: car, driving, Florida, people, travel

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