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It seems as though there are two kinds of people who share a common bond -- they both have a need. One has a need for something and the other has a need to help. The loss of a barn and farm equipment and the opportunity to help fill the need brought together some very special people for one spectacular evening. The event is probably the closest thing I will ever see of an old fashion barn raising.

The appreciation concert for Coby and Doris Schrock was filled to capacity. The proceeds from the event were donated to the Schrocks to help replace the barn and equipment.

The evening was rich with the music of The Homestead Pickers with special performances by different members of the Schrock family. But it was a song as sung by one of the Schrock grandchildren that brought the house to pin drop quiet as she sang 'Wayfaring Stranger'. Her crystal clear voice permeated every square inch of the room. It was a standing ovation performance that I am still playing over and over in my mind.


I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,
While journ'ying through this world of woe,
Yet, there's no sickness, toil nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to see my Father,
I'm going there no more to roam;

I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o'er me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beaut'ous fields lie just before me,
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep.
I'm going there to see my Mother,
She said she'd meet me when I come.

I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout Salvation's story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I'm going there to meet my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore;

I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.


Pictured above -- Coby & Doris Schrock have been demonstrating the fine art of making sorghum at Silver Dollar City's Fall festival for the past 12 years. Sorghum was the sweetner of choice on the trail west as it would not spoil. The recipe is simple -- the sorghum cane is fed through a press (Julian, the SDC mule is powering the press in this pic). The sorghum juice is squeezed from the cane and runs into a bucket. The juice is then boiled for about five hours until it thickens. No additives -- just pure sorghum.

Picture Location: Silver Dollar City
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