A few months back, we visited the Lufty Baptist church in the Smoky Mountain National Park. If you’ve been reading the Blind Pig for a while-you probably remember when we hiked back to the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church.
Last fall Chatter was looking through some videos when she came across the one we filmed at Little Cataloochee. She said “You know that was one of funnest things we ever did. Didn’t you say there were other churches in the park?” I said “Yes,” and she said “Well lets go sing in another one!”
I passed Chatter’s wish along to Don Casada-aka Smoky Mountain Park Expert. With Don’s help we planned a trip to the historic Lufty Baptist Church.
The church is located near Cherokee, NC and is easily accessible. There’s a place to park within view of the church which made carrying the guitar a breeze compared to toting it back to the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church.
There’s a sign at the bottom of the hill that reads Smokemont Baptist Church. One closer to the church reads Lufty Baptist Church. Don loaned me a book about the church: Ocona Lufta Baptist Pioneer Church of the Smokies 1836-1939.
The morning we set out for the church was cold, but the day warmed up fast and the sun shone brightly for us. We’d been planning the trip for a few weeks. The girls knew what songs they wanted to sing, but it seemed like every time they planned to practice something came up. I thought well they can at least practice the night before and maybe it’ll be ok.
The night before ended up being filled with teenage angst. Once I realized there’d be no practicing that night either I wondered if we should call the whole thing off, but both girls begged me not to and promised they could handle it.
Since the church was shut up tightly and the sun didn’t quite hit it, the inside was cold! Even though the sun felt warm outside you could literally see your breath inside the building.
We checked out all the cool details of the church and then it was time to get down to the business at hand.
After the girls changed into their performing outfits they found some flowers that had been thrown over the bank. Don said he bet someone had recently had a wedding at the church. The flowers just happen to match the girls’ outfits which tickled them to death.
When the silliness finally subsided (it never goes completely away) the girls made some of the best music they’ve ever made. I’m not sure if they were trying to make it up to me or if it was just the perfect day for singing.
Once we had planned the trip to Lufty Baptist Church, I kept hoping a story would come to me the way the Cora Lee Mease story did when we visited Little Cataloochee. No story came in the days leading up to the trip.
I looked in every nook and cranny of the church the day we were there, but there was no story. I thought well, it may just be about us this time.
A good while after we visited Lufty Baptist Church the story finally came. It’s not anything like the Cora Lee Mease story. Actually it’s more of a connection or a thought than a story.
Drop back by over the coming days for more about the church, the singing, and the story too.