~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wolfy ~ Fuzzbutt #3My little dog ~ a heartbeatat my feet
Sparky the Fuzzbutt - PT's DOTD 8/3/2010
RIP 2/28/1999~10/9/2012Myndi the Fuzzbutt - Mom's DOTD - Everyday
RIP 1/24/1996~8/9/2013
Ellie - Mom to the Fuzzbuttz
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power
To know just when the hands will stop - on what day, or what hour.
Now is the only time you have, so live it with a will -
Don't wait until tomorrow - the hands may then be still.
~~~~true author unknown~~~~
Pomtzu, I am not sure? This meansarcastic? I was just putting in what I truthfully know about county fairs & the towns folk. Been there & did it.
I didn't look at Marigolds comment as an insult as you did Pomtzu. I took advantage of it to educate people. You can take a negative & turn it into a postive that is what I have learned to do in life. I learned that in 4-H.
As far as people not wanting to attend the fair because of the smell, dust, dirt, filth so be it. It is a free country they can do what they want to.
It was in no way anything against the farmers and "hillbillies" - quite the contrary. Fairs were their game, long before the "others" joined in. I just felt it was a snub of sorts by the OP, since the OP never misses an opportunity to show her self-imagined superiority. I was trying to be somewhat subtle about it, but guess it didn't work that way. But I won't delete my post - that's NOT my style, as is with others.
Besides - I'm on "ignore" with the OP.![]()
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wolfy ~ Fuzzbutt #3My little dog ~ a heartbeatat my feet
Sparky the Fuzzbutt - PT's DOTD 8/3/2010
RIP 2/28/1999~10/9/2012Myndi the Fuzzbutt - Mom's DOTD - Everyday
RIP 1/24/1996~8/9/2013
Ellie - Mom to the Fuzzbuttz
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power
To know just when the hands will stop - on what day, or what hour.
Now is the only time you have, so live it with a will -
Don't wait until tomorrow - the hands may then be still.
~~~~true author unknown~~~~
We all have opinions to share. I wasn't knocking anyone. Just bringing out what I know about the county fair & the town folk & farmers.
Our county fairs stopped yrs back. People went and looked around but no one bought anything because of the dust and smells. After some yrs county fairs died down over here because not enough people bothered going.
Wonder if Paris Hilton drags around at county fairs...hmmm..wonder if they grow the kind of stuff she would buy...
Our county fairs have been replaced by exhibitions held in exhibition centres where you can see and buy just about anything you could wish for. Artists, woodcarvers from all over, and jams, jellies, pickling of all kinds , fudge and candy. Homemade clothes and quilts of every kind including clothes made from the new hemp fabric. But the all is held in a large dome top building out of the elements and no animals. Clean and out of the elements.
Asiel
I've been frosted--- thank you Cassie'smom
I've been Boo'd----
Another intersting thing that happened at the fair was that while I was petting that sweet piggy a little boy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to see his pig, which of course I was so honored to do.
His name was Gordon and I petted his nose, rubbed his ears, his belly, his back and Gordon slept right through the whole thing. LOL The little boy was so cute and so proud of Gordon. He had 4 pigs in all.
There was also I young girl who sat in the stall with her lamb and we talked for a bit.
These young kids really love their animals and take great pride in showing them and have a deep love and respect for them. It is a wonderful life, filled with hard work and great rewards. Mucking out a stall and having a horse nuzzle your neck beats a video game any day.
That is what makes the fair so great, all the personal items from the food people grow to the pie's they bake and the animals they show.
Another intersting thing that happened at the fair was that while I was petting that sweet piggy a little boy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to see his pig, which of course I was so honored to do.
His name was Gordon and I petted his nose, rubbed his ears, his belly, his back and Gordon slept right through the whole thing. LOL The little boy was so cute and so proud of Gordon. He had 4 pigs in all.
There was also I young girl who sat in the stall with her lamb and we talked for a bit.
These young kids really love their animals and take great pride in showing them and have a deep love and respect for them. It is a wonderful life, filled with hard work and great rewards. Mucking out a stall and having a horse nuzzle your neck beats a video game any day.
That is what makes the fair so great, all the personal items from the food people grow to the pie's they bake and the animals they show.
I grew up on a farm and it was so hard, especially in the winter, early morning having to get out of bed when it was cold and dark and feed the animals before school. And then again at night, I remember the horses thumping the ice in their buckets to get to the water.
The steam from their nostrols in the cold morning air and their sweet hello.
The smell of fresh cut hay which to this day is one of my favorite smells of all time.
I also remember those darn horseflys chasing me, bitting the heck of me.
How very very dark it is at night and sometimes lonely.
How far one has to drive for the simplest things.
How there are no cultual events near, no sports events, science events, musuems, festivals.
Also first rate medical care is often far away, airports etc.
yes I loved the country but the convience of the burg or the city is more my style now.
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