Last Sunday, my family and I decided to take a short little road trip to Jonesborough, Tennessee. Jonesborough is the oldest town in Tennessee, being founded in 1779, and there is so much history to explore there. After church, my family and I were trying to think of something to do to on our beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I started thinking of festivals that we could go to. During the fall, endless festivals take place all throughout the country and fill my heart with endless joy. We did some researching, and we ended up finding the International Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough and we thought it sounded like something different and fun to experience.
The International Storytelling Festival
The International Storytelling Festival, to me, seemed like it would be a small town sort of festival with locals, but I was wayyy off. People from all around the world gather on this weekend in October in the small town of Jonesborough to celebrate the dying art of storytelling. I didn't think there would be a lot of people to show up at this festival but it had a huge turn out. There were 5 large tents throughout downtown, and a gazebo stage next to the cemetery for ghost stories. Each tent had approximately 800 people and each tent had it's own form of storytelling. The tent that we were in had people telling their own twists on old tall tales and classic stories.
Since Sunday was the last day of the festival, and my family and I arrived about an hour and a half before the last storyteller spoke, we actually got into this festival for free! The festival is surprisingly a little pricy (for those who paid... lol), but thinking about the talent of these people and being able to convey these great stories to everyone, and also flying people overseas to speak, its worth it. Each storyteller was fabulous and spoke with such spirit and excitement. The four stories we were able to catch before the festival ended were: A very quirky version of Little Red Ridinghood, a hilarious take on The Tale of Briar Rabbit, a musically inspired version of Little Red Ridinghood, and a couple very cute stories told by a young irishwoman.
After the last storyteller, we walked out to the main street of downtown and took a stroll to admire the nostalgia within the town. Each building on the main street was built in the early 1800's and I'm so glad that they kept the buildings standing and well kept. The first place we went into was this darling little coffee shop on the corner of the street and got a nice lil' cup of joe. The coffee shop was connected to an antique mall, which there I bought a faux fur jacket (which I'll post later on in the month for you babies 💕 ) and I paid WAY too much for it but I had to have it... I'm sure you know how it goes.
The Chester Inn
We also went and took a tour of the oldest commercial building in Tennessee, the Chester Inn, which was established in 1880 and was made into a museum in 2011. Inside the museum they had the history of the town and the building. On the second floor, they had remodeled the floor to convey the victorian era. I love the way the furniture was made back then... it's just so elegant and dainty andddd I need it all.
My fall break was well spent with classic memories and time spent with my family. I enjoyed being home for the weekend and taking this short little adventure. You all should go and explore East Tennessee! It's not only home, but one of the pretties places to be.