Obligations of a small town mother
As a mother living in a small community, I feel that I'm obligated to make sure that my children experience certain things. Things that really only happen in small towns. The town that Marty grew up in, Stewart, which is only about 10 miles from our house is a busy celebrating their town this weekend. So, when I heard about the festival, we decided to head on over there.
We waited in line for a long time to get some food. We could see people with all kinds of food on their plates - hamburgers, nachos, giant dill pickles, really good looking tacos, and piles and piles of corn. If you're from a small town, you know that we were in line for a "corn feed". I even saw one guy with a 9 x 13 pan he brought from home all piled up with corn. That's thinkin'.
Please note the golf cart in the background, and know that it's probably 10 miles to the nearest golf course.
While we waited, we were entertained by a one-man band. He had some background music on tape, and supplemented it with his keyboard, trumpet, clarinet and saxophone. His version of the Beer Barrel Polka was terrific.
When we sat down, Martin noticed that the guy at the end of the table had a firefighter hat in front of him. He tried a few times to get his attention (maybe the only time I've ever heard him truly whisper). Finally, he was able to ask the firefighter a few questions about his job. He offered to let Martin try on his hat, which made him the happiest little guy in town.
The main attraction was the water ball tournament. If you're not from a small town, you may never have seen one of these. Here's how it works. A ball (or in this case, an empty keg painted orange) is hung from a wire that extends down the street. Teams of guys (or gals) stand on each end of the street with fire hoses. At the sound of the horn, their water is turned on and the firefighters try to spray the ball (keg) all the way down to the other end. Everybody in the crowd cheers and secretly hopes that the hose will get away from them and everyone will get drenched, but not blown over or anything.
Needless to say, the kids LOVED it.
And, if you were there, I know you would have enjoyed this as much as I did (from a distance of course, which is why this picture is a little fuzzy... I had to really put the zoom feature on my camera to the test).
We waited in line for a long time to get some food. We could see people with all kinds of food on their plates - hamburgers, nachos, giant dill pickles, really good looking tacos, and piles and piles of corn. If you're from a small town, you know that we were in line for a "corn feed". I even saw one guy with a 9 x 13 pan he brought from home all piled up with corn. That's thinkin'.
Please note the golf cart in the background, and know that it's probably 10 miles to the nearest golf course.
While we waited, we were entertained by a one-man band. He had some background music on tape, and supplemented it with his keyboard, trumpet, clarinet and saxophone. His version of the Beer Barrel Polka was terrific.
When we sat down, Martin noticed that the guy at the end of the table had a firefighter hat in front of him. He tried a few times to get his attention (maybe the only time I've ever heard him truly whisper). Finally, he was able to ask the firefighter a few questions about his job. He offered to let Martin try on his hat, which made him the happiest little guy in town.
The main attraction was the water ball tournament. If you're not from a small town, you may never have seen one of these. Here's how it works. A ball (or in this case, an empty keg painted orange) is hung from a wire that extends down the street. Teams of guys (or gals) stand on each end of the street with fire hoses. At the sound of the horn, their water is turned on and the firefighters try to spray the ball (keg) all the way down to the other end. Everybody in the crowd cheers and secretly hopes that the hose will get away from them and everyone will get drenched, but not blown over or anything.
Needless to say, the kids LOVED it.
And, if you were there, I know you would have enjoyed this as much as I did (from a distance of course, which is why this picture is a little fuzzy... I had to really put the zoom feature on my camera to the test).
LOVED these pictures, there is nothing better then small town life in the summer. It could still be the 50's! Of course the guys with plumber's butt have been around that long too.
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I don't want to make any wise CRACKS, BUTT I just can't help it!
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Who invited Grandpa Pat?
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