They’re people I see every time I go to Floyd’s Friday Nite Jamboree — regulars on the dance floor week after week.
Yet I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know their names. I should. They are part of the fabric of our community, part of a weekly event that — who residents and visitors alike — defines the music culture of the Southwestern Virginia mountains.
The lady dancing with her husband (right) is one of the many volunteers who make the Jamboree work. She takes tickets at the door and helps Country Store manage Alzora Wood with other tasks. Her husband greets me like a long lost friend every time I visit the Jamboree but I still don’t know his name. I should…and I will the next time I’m at the Jamboree.
In some ways that’s part of the culture of Floyd County. We know a lot of people by sight, greet them warmly every time we see them, talk to them about family, friends and the like, and still don’t have the foggiest idea who they are or what they do. Floyd Countians aren’t big on standing out in a crowd. They’re friendly without being pushy and, for the most part, humble to a fault. But they see no need to try and impress you or brag about their exploits. That’s not the Floyd County way.