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Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« on: September 10, 2008, 11:21:34 AM »
It is said that big oaks from little acorns grow. A truer word was never spoken when one reviews the tiny start of four families sharing a picnic and an ethnic background in Bond Park, and then views the Estes Park Scottish/Irish Highland Festival scene at the Stanley Fairgrounds more than thirty years later!

There will be pipers piping and drummers drumming, kilts and plumed bonnets, brave steeds bearing medieval jousters in combat, caber, stone and hammer throwing athletes.


You'll hear international and world famous singers and entertainers for free on the field and watch the "creme de la creme" of young dancers executing the Highland, Folk and Irish dances of their heritage. The dogs indigenous to the British Isles will win your hearts and tempt you to add a "family member". Fine merchants and talented crafters with exotic Celtic merchandise, beautiful clothing, exquisite jewelry, fascinating heraldry histories, and art in all its many guises will satisfy the most ardent souvenir collector. Add the clans with their gorgeous tartan displays, hospitality tents and joyous reunions, and you cannot but feel welcome and happy.

Hungry, are you? Then the Festival is a haven of the familiar American foods and Celtic specialties-turkey legs, hamburgers, ice cream, Scotch, beer, haggis, meat pies, funnel cakes and much, much more!

Come to Estes Park for the Festival. Renew your spirits, dance to the pipes, and hear the cannons roar.
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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #1 on: September 10, 2008, 05:53:04 PM »
Tom’s ESTES PARK report: 
     If you haven’t been there the setting is tremendous. Picture pine covered mountains with snowy peaks enclosing a basin containing a lake, the Big Thompson River and a beautiful small town. The people are the heart of the event and Coloradoan’s are GREAT and friendly to a fault. They anticipated nearly 90,000 would come to the games and I think they may have exceeded even that.
    We set up early Friday morning and left Harold and Patsy to man the tent while Booner and I visited all the Clans, asking for support for reconstituting Clan Thomson.  All, save one, were very supportive of our goal.  As the day progressed we learned the meaning of climate change. The temperature climbed to a high of 54 and then the wind kicked up!!! I have a real appreciation for women who can ignore the cold in skirts. The only ugly happening came about Friday evening when the event organizer stopped by and told us a little arrogant man came into their tent and demanded to know what criteria was used to allow Clan Thomson to participate.  He then abruptly ran off without waiting for an answer.  They said it was probably a kook and not to concern ourselves.  Their description fits Patrick perfectly.
   Saturday began with a parade through town.  Tom and Barbara along with most of their family showed up
Sporting new blue t-shirts with the Clan Thomson Society logos on the back.  He bought 20 for his family and had two left over. Maybe we can get him to order more if you would like one??? There were 10 of us marching in the Parade with one napping in the stroller and one skipping everywhere.  All I could hear was the band in front of me, but Booner said we had a lot of cheers for Clan Thomson.  On the long walk back to the grounds, Booner opted to carry Tom’s niece on his shoulders – big error.  It was 60 pounds more than his feet could take!!!  Not long after we got back to the tent, we were told to form up for the Parade of Tartans!! I’m skipping over the most important part though!  We were literally swamped with Thom(p)sons wanting information about their heritage.  I was actually touched by their enthusiasm at finally having a Clan of their own.  Two families had stopped at the Campbell tent and were directed to our tent.  The following day, Booner and I went to the Campbell tent and thank them for sending our members to us. I met two families who had a long genealogy back to Scotland in the 1630’s.  That was exactly what Lord Lyon had requested and we were promised that their genealogy would be posted on our forum. I am ashamed to admit it, but I lost track of which Thompson was which.  We tried to get pictures of everyone but I am sure we missed some of you. We have 85 signatures on our petition to Lord Lyon and 12 requesting more information, 4 joined the Society and 4 more said they would use the “PayPal” credit card on the webpage.
   Saturday night was a jubilant celebration back in the motel.  We came to CO not knowing what to expect and
were a little anxious about our reception at our first major event in the West. However, the people who came tent expressed so much enthusiasm and pride of being a descendant of a Scottish Thom(p)son family completely overwhelmed me. I’m sure that I heard : “I’m so glad to see a Clan Thomson tent here.” repeated at least 20 times. Added to this was the welcoming reception of the established Clans and the positive support from the event organizers. I was so overjoyed I nearly forgot an important task. This was the first time Dan ‘Booner’ Thompson wore a Thompson kilt. Harold as a former Grand POO BAA was willing to conduct the rite of christening the Kilt for Booner. After the short ceremony we enjoyed a bit of Booner’s Scotch and went to bed absolutely exhausted.
  After Booner fed his cow elk, we set up the tent on Sunday and again we were swamped with Clansmen.  Michael Thompson and his boys (Mulligan Stew) band returned as promised and set up by our tent and entertained the crowd. See: www.muligan-stew.com for CD of 200 years of Irish Musical Leftovers.  Later (groan) it was time for the third and last parade. I think we only had about 12 present for this one (sore feet). And I almost forgot we had a representative of Clan Thomson in the heavy athletic events wearing our tartan.  I am sure we will hear more from him later on.
   Monday, and it was time to leave for the airport.  Booner’s elk tried to follow, but we out ran her. I couldn’t decide if she was lovesick or just wanted more of Booner’s donuts.
   We have solemn promises from 6 families that they would help Booner operate the tent next year if we would return to Estes Park.  Friends, I’ll try my best to have a Clan Thomson tent there next year!
Tom

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #2 on: September 10, 2008, 06:16:13 PM »
I don't know if it was Stu's music of Terry Kelly "A Pittance of Time" that set  my mood but after reading your Estes Park report my throat choked up and a wee mist covered my eyes.
Thanks guys and Tom, may God bless you and Mary especially, for with your efforts, Thom(p)sons throughout the world will have a home.
Keep up the good work gang you've certainly inspired me to the cause.

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #3 on: September 10, 2008, 06:55:04 PM »
I don't know if it was Stu's music of Terry Kelly "A Pittance of Time" that set  my mood but after reading your Estes Park report my throat choked up and a wee mist covered my eyes.

You should have been there a couple of years ago, when it snowed most of the day Saturday. We awoke Sunday morning to beautiful Colorado blue skies, snow on the ground and on the high peaks all around us, mist rising from the fields, and the sound of the pipes skirling all around. You'd have sworn you were in Scotland.

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #4 on: September 11, 2008, 01:20:22 PM »
Im the Thompson that does the heavy athletics. Lowell E.S.Thompson is the name. I have been involved with heavy events for six years and currently ranked 8th in the country for the 190 and under class. I am proud to represent our clan and history and will not stop until I die.
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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #5 on: September 11, 2008, 02:14:31 PM »
UH UH........NO WAY, JOSE!

BOONER - you cannot skip out on your obligation of posting about the Estes Park games!  You went places and did things Tom, Harold and Patsy didn't ........
we want your perspective and we want to hear about your friends who came and marched......and your achy feet......and all the other little things you did!

NO.....Barbara (I know) has been waiting for your write up and it's a duty you MUST perform.............YOU are the COLORADO COMMISSIONER!

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« Reply #6 on: September 11, 2008, 04:47:06 PM »
A warm WELCOME to you Lowell, glad to have you and proud you're representing your Clan Thompson in the heavy athletics.  :D

Barbara 
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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #7 on: September 11, 2008, 04:53:30 PM »
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NO.....Barbara (I know) has been waiting for your write up and it's a duty you MUST perform.

Mary is right!  I want to hear all about it from you, and you know I'm waiting for that picture of Jamesie and you!  ;D

I hope all took jackets as I advised, I know how fast the temperature can change in those mountains.  ;D

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #8 on: September 24, 2008, 04:53:47 PM »
My Estes Park Games Report-----rather long

It’s probably bad form to begin a report with an apology, but I am sorry that so much time has passed since the game and my report. I have written a report several times but for various reasons, was not able to post them. In one case, I probably took too long to write it and the server timed out, in another, my DSL service went down just as I was posting it, (my son was down-loading something and we probably over-loaded the wire-less connection).  So I hope this one works; I’m writing it in word and will copy & paste it. I hope it works, because I’m getting real tired of re-writing it.

When I was “challenged” by Tom to have a table at the Estes Park Games, my concern was being the only member who would be marching in the parade.  Patsy, Harold & Tom came to my rescue by deciding to come out to help me.  I’m so glad they did, because, as it turned out, due to the interest shown, one person manning the table for three days would have been over-whelmed.  So on Thursday, September 4th, I packed my car with all the things needed for our tent and headed to Denver International Airport to pick up my helpers.  I had met Patsy, Harold, and Tom a year earlier at the Glasgow, KY games, and they hadn’t changed a bit. We got everything packed into my car and headed up to Estes Park.  It was like old home week, which shows how we all family here.

Estes Park, for those of you who’ve never been there, is about an hour drive north and west of Denver, up along the eastern side of the continental divide.  The town sits at an elevation of 7500 feet or so, situated in a valley, and in early September, the weather can be anywhere from pretty warm to snowing, and sometimes all in the same day. The town is located at the junction of the Big Thompson Creek and Fall Creek, forming the Big Thompson River, and is the “Gateway to the Rocky Mountain National Park.” So it’s a tourist town. The Big Thompson flows through a real pretty canyon down to the prairie and joins the Platte River by Loveland, CO.  We drove up through this canyon on the Way to Estes Park, and I told my passengers about the flood that came rushing down the canyon in ’76 and killed something like 125 people.

We check into our motel, (normal rate $65.00/nite, but during the games $150/nite, ouch!), and headed off to dinner.  A dinner at a slightly up-scale place in Estes is around $20-25. (I’m giving prices so it some one would like to come out here, they’ll know what to expect).  On the way back to the motel we passed the golf course and sure enough, there were about 20 elk laying in the grass, on the approach to the 5th green. Later on that night, as I lie in my bed, the elk started to bugle.

The next morning I woke up just before dawn by the elk bugling.  Looking out the back window of the motel room, you could see them walking through the yards and eating the grass.  Tom got up and we started getting ready for the day.  We had to get our table set up before 8 a.m., so we drove over to the festival, unloaded our stuff, quickly set it up, and I drove back to the motel to get Patsy & Harold.  I got some coffee for Tom and we headed back to the tent. 

This was my first day in kilt.  I had no idea how much 9 yards of wool can weigh.  It was actually very comfortable, and the only problems I had was in sitting and getting in and out of a car. 

Friday was the first time the games went 3 full days, so by the time we got back to the tent, some tourist were already showing up. Also the weather was, to put it mildly for a first-time kilt-wearer, “brisk.” The clouds obscured the mountain peaks and it looked like it would start snowing at any moment, and it was windy.  By noon I was beginning to wonder what size I’d be in panty-hose.  But even though the crowds were not large, we had some good interest at our table and began signing people up.  Tom and I went around to all the other clans (except for one) and they all signed our petition to Lord Lyon, and many of them were very exited and supportive of our efforts to re-activate the Thompson clan. By mid afternoon, the temperatures had dropped and the crowds had thinned out, so at 5 p.m. we packed up and went back to the motel.  I had brought a blue ribbon to hang down from the bottom of my kilt, but one of the "old-timers" at the games warned me about doing so. She said that some of the "Free-spirited" women were known to reach up and check out the prize. Discretion took over me so I declined.  Truth be known, it was a dam cold day and I didn't want to let down the Thompson men.

We didn’t keep count of how many people had signed up to join our clan, but Tom and Harold were really excited about the interests shown.  The weather on Saturday was supposed to be warmer, so I expected a lot more visitors to our tent. We all went to bed early and were serenaded by the bugling elk again.

Again, I woke up before dawn on Saturday again by the damn elk making their racket. Our motel was on the edge of town and these things are all over the place.  We all got something to eat at the Motel and headed back to our tent.  The weather was much improved over Friday.  At 9:30 a.m. we were to take part in the parade through down town Estes Park. Buses were provided for us, and we were dropped off at the end of Main Street. Just like in the army, it was hurry up and wait. Tom Thompson showed up with his extended family and their “Thompson” T-Shirts so we had close to a dozen or so marching under our banner.  The parade was about four blocks long and the town was full of people, and they all seemed to follow us back to the games.  The games were packed: to get something to eat or drink took close to an hour.  We had people in lines waiting to talk to us.  The estimate thiis year was 100,000 visitors.

At 12:30 we had to line up for yet another parade, this time the “Parade of Tartans.” As I had said earlier, when Tom and I first spoke about hosting a tent, my only concern was marching by myself in these parades as I thought it would look poorly for outrclan to only have one person marching.  So I had invited members of my motorcycle club to join me.  They showed up, and along with Tom’s family and Michael and his friends, we had an excellent showing, as large as any clan. 

So the balance of Saturday was taken up by attending to the questions of all those visitors at our table.  I am not exaggerating when I say that it was a constant stream of visitors.  Some of them had been directed to us by other clans, and we took that as a real compliment.  So again back to the motel where we had a little celebration.  Since this was my first games where I took an active role, I didn’t know what to expect other than large crowd, but Tom and Harold were really excited by the interest shown us. So we stayed up a little later than normal, but when we did finally go to bed, the damn elk were making all kinds of noise, and then the coyotes started howling too.  Great! First it’s loved-starved elk keeping me up, and now the damn coyotes are howling to.  I never knew nature was so loud or love sick.

So when I woke up on Sunday I was happy it was the last day of the festival.  My feet hurt from all the marching from the previous day, and more importantly, I need to get some sleep.  The DAMNELK were eating right behind our room, making all kinds of noise. Not being able to take it anymore, I confronted them, in kilt.  They ignored me so I began throwing things at them.  The only thing I had was apples and granola bars. It got ugly for awhile, but they finally quieted down.  I think they felt embarrassed for making such a racket and keeping me awake.  I felt I made a connection with them as a group, and one large female elk in particular seemed very understanding with my complaints.  I am somewhat gifted in my ability to comune with nature, and I felt that I had made a connection. 

A brief breakfast and then back to the tent.  The crowds on Sunday were respectful, but not as large as Saturday’s. We again had a great turn-out. Michael and his band (Mulligan Stew) marched with us in the Sunday parade and then played about a half-dozen songs at our table. I thought his band was very well received and is quite good.  Again, we had a number of people sign up, and I would say that the games for the Thompson Clan was a success.

Back at the motel, Harold christened my kilt with just a little bit of scotch and we packed everything up and reviewed the weekend.  Again, Tom & Harold were very happy with the interest shown us, and we began to make plans for next year, (more on this in a minute). All packed up ready for the morning drive to the airport, we went to bed.

It was a quiet evening. Not love sick DAMNELK or trash-scattering coyote to be heard.

We got up on Monday morning only to find the DAMNELK were in the front lawn of the motel this time.  Grabbing the only weapons I had on hand (doughnuts and granola bars); I went outside to confront then.  As luck would have it, the elk weren’t looking for a fight, but rather had come by to say goodbye to us. Don’t ask me how these things happen, but certainly in nature, things like this are possible.  The same big doe elk I had come face to face with yesterday was now approaching me with a sad look in her big brown eyes.  I am gifted with a strange ability to befriend all dogs, (big bogs anyway), I’m sure my ear-scratching ability is know throughout the canine world.  Had my canine-seducing ability somehow crossed over to have the same effect on elk?  I thought to my self,  “Danny, you gotta be careful here, you don’t want to ruin another species”! Elk are too big and poop too much to be good house pets.

The same female elk and I shared a moment (and a doughnut), then with the car packed, we left, heading for the airport.  The big female elk started to follow my car, but i turn around in the drivers seat and looked her streigh in the eyes and shook my head "No"  I’m not sure, but I think I saw a tear well up in her large, brown eye.  Sometimes, for they’re own good, you have to be hard.  It’s not easy, but it’s a burden I have to bear.

Patsy, Harold and Tom made it to their plane and I headed home.  With a game as large at Estes Park, there’s no way I could have done it on my own, so my thanks and appreciation goes out to them.

So plans for next year.
First; with the response we received, I look forward to having a tent next year.  I’m at work typing this so I don’t have the names in front of me, but I believe we had two pages of name of people interested in joining our clan, most of course, are from the Colorado area.  Out of those names, certainly we should be able to get 5 or 6 to commit to helping with a table. With only 4 working the table and with a croud of this size, you don’t have much time to see what’s happening at the festival.  So I’m sorry Barbara, but I didn’t get a chance to see Albanac play, but I did buy one of their CD’s, the “LIVE’ one which I’ll send to you if you don’t already have one.  And it’s too bad because it’s a great festival with plenty of things to see and do.  With 5 or 6 people, it doesn’t have to be a 3 –day event for those working the table. 

Second; The cost, again, with more people working the table on some kind of schedule, you don’t have to stay in Estes Park and pay their robber prices.  The cost of the table, two chairs and one adult entry and parking pass was something like $175.00. With anywhere from 80,000- 100,000 people attending a three-day event, I think it’s very reasonable for the amount of exposure we received.

Third; What I’d like to do in the future.  This is not a complaint, merely an observation, but at this festival, all of the surnames represent themselves as if they were highland clans. This is well and good for us as we get ourselves established, but at some point I would want to inform people of the history of the border region and not just our surname, but all the other surnames of the same region.  I noticed the Armstrong’s’ and Turnbull’s tent, and any other tent with a borderer’s background did not make mention of their Border heritage. After I got home from the games, I spent every available moment reading two books that Tom had left with me about the border.  It’s such an interesting period of history, yet so few people are aware of it. At future games, I would like to see our association make an effort to inform our tent visitors, as well as other clans/surnames of this history, and the possible association their ancestors may have had in it.

Lastly:  I have several names, most from Colorado who either joined or who showed an interest in joining our association. In the next few weeks, I plan on sending them a letter reminding them of their interest, and if they haven’t done so, to visit our website, to get active in our organization, to support it, and get that genealogy to us.  This letter would be followed up with another after the new year (membership renewal time) and then again in the late spring.  We have another game in Denver in Mid-August and I would like our association to attend that one too.  By then I hope to have a “kit” available for someone working our table to referrer to regarding our association/history/goals.

Sometimes when you’re working a table, you almost feel like your trying to “sell” someone on joining your clan. It’s a feeling I don’t like; I think a person who has been “sold” doesn’t make for a good member, if they do join.  What I hope to accomplish when speaking with someone about our association, is to increase their interest, to excite them, and to provide them with a level of comfort so they know they’ll be welcomed in associating with us.  It’s not hard to do this with people when you’re enthused yourself.  Hopefully, with the new people we met, and what I think their caliber as potential members are, we’ll be able to begin a good, long period of growth.

Respectfully submitted, (and a bit long-winded, but I swear everything is true)

I remain,
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Booner

 

 

 

 


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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #9 on: September 24, 2008, 06:49:45 PM »
Hey Booner,

Well done my friend!   But....where is the photo of you in your new kilt?

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« Reply #10 on: September 24, 2008, 07:46:33 PM »
Great report Booner. I almost feel like I was there.

Oh wait, I was.  ;D

Glad you had such a good time with the elk. The Estes Park town council goes to great trouble and expense grooming and training them. Or so I've heard from some of the flatlander tourists.

You were lucky you took Harold's advice about the blue ribbon. He tried to look up my kilt at one point. Although I did run into the woman who pinned the blue ribbon on my kilt. She recognized it as one of hers, so apparently she does that regularly. My son was actually wearing the kilt at the time she did it. There are kilt inspectors in lots of these festivals.

We're so pleased that there's an active Colorado contingent of Thompsons and we look forward to lots of great things for the future.

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #11 on: September 25, 2008, 04:23:38 PM »
Michael,

I feel pretty confident that you would nelp out nex year for Estes Park, and I would like to do Highlands Ranch too.

But we need to get some other locals interested too. To do the table right, you need a minimum of 3 people, esp. on Saturday. But it would be easier on everyone if we had a couple more so the dutuies could be rotated.

take care,

Booner

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Re: Long's Peak Highland Festival, Estes Park Colorado
« Reply #12 on: September 25, 2008, 04:46:30 PM »
I definitely plan to be at both festivals, and will try to round up some others too. The more the merrier!
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« Reply #13 on: September 26, 2008, 07:29:54 PM »
GREAT write-up, Booner!  Maybe writing it over so many times made it better!

With Michael's help (and maybe his band) and some of the people who have joined the clan from CO, you should have a good group at the tent. We have some time to get the history of the reivers, connected families (and ours!) together into some understandable format. We've been trying to find the time to put together a history of the Thomsons in the border area and references to them from other sources .... we're still trying to figure out why we don't show up on some of the Reiver sites when we are very clearly included as part of them by the Scottish Parliament. Working on that..... anyway, because there isn't a simple chief follows chief history for our clan, it's going to take some time and energy. Also, what happened to those people who were going to help research and post their info?? DUH????  We want every scrap we can find out there!

I do feel sorry for your lovesick moose - I'm sure she'll miss you desperately (not to mention the doughnuts). Maybe it was your knees???
  Harold christening Booner's new kilt

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« Reply #14 on: September 29, 2008, 07:45:16 AM »
Anyone have any Estes Park pics from this year that I can add to the slide show I'm putting together for the website????

Let me know!