Life takes funny turns. As much as I usually like to avoid the dank industrial atmosphere of Lewiston, here I am at the Franco Fun Festival, strumming away beneath the banner of TV5 Monde. When the Quebecois came south to work the woolen mills in the nineteenth century, Lewiston was thriving. Now the city has that slightly abandoned feeling old cities sometimes have; sagging homes, boarded up brick buildings. In a similar way, those who remember the musical traditions of parents and grandparents are also fading away. Terry Karkos noted in the Sun Journal, that the younger people of French heritage were noticably absent from the event.
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