Yesterday I mentioned the cloggers at Saturday's Frozen Head State Park Heritage Festival. For some reason, clogging wasn't a part of my youth; I didn't discover it until I came to Tennessee. But I now know it was, and is, practiced in West Virginia, Kentucky, and North Carolina. Wikipedia has a succinct article on it, which added to my knowledge as I prepared this posting.
Somewhere along the line I learned to call it clogging when there was a group that danced in unison, and buck dancing when the dancers each did their own steps. I'd call this buck dancing.
Part of the function of any heritage festival is to pass the culture on to younger generations. We got to see that happening on Saturday, when one of the dancer's grandchildren joined her onstage.
We also got to see what happens when youth, athletic ability, and threat of losing the spotlight converge. Yes, I'm envious.