By now you know we fly every year to America in October because of the Cumming Country Fair. Nicholas is now 14 years old, a high-school freshman, and still wants to go. "It's a tradition," he says. Since age two (in 2002) he has been 12 times, skipping only one year, 2012, when we weren't there in October because of nephew Peter's wedding in August.
This year was very different, however, because it was the first time Nicholas took a school buddy.
Buddy Sebastian is from Colombia, has lived in America only 7 years...and had never been to a fair.
So to start off, we all agreed the skylift was the first thing to do, to get the 12-minute overview.
We made sure they sat in front of us so we could "overview" them.
From that point on, till supper, we set the boys loose,
while Astrid and I went on our first-ever fair photo hunt.
Near the end of the skylift ride is the lineup of tractors and farm equipment, so we started there.
Since October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, this pink tractor is always stage-center.
It's the wheels that grabbed my attention this year.
These are humongous, old-timey machines.
Put your hands together for all our farmers everywhere!
We always take time to run through the petting barn.
I remember when Nicholas was little and got to feel them.
This was our first time to walk through the old-timey school house...
...and the two churches attached on either side.
One was a Methodist Church and the other a Baptist Church.
How can you tell which is which?
At such-n-such a time, we rendezvoused with the boys for supper.
Each boy ate their own BIG turkey leg, while Astrid and I shared one...
with our prerequisite roasted corn, of course.
The guys were out of ride tickets at that point, ha, so g'ma did what she's good for.
And off we all were again.
By now we were getting a good ground-level overview of the fair, just as the sun started to set.
Talk about a Golden Hour as the sun treated us to its magic.
And then it was dark, with a different kind of magic.
The country store, the blacksmith shop, the quilting bee, the syrup and saw mills...
you get enough education to keep going back year after year, let alone for the rides.
But one thing new this year, winding its way throughout the fair the entire evening,
was the Puppetone Rockers. They totally made the night for me.
We even talked with them for 15 minutes on one of their breaks.
Turn up the sound to get the gist,
totally upbeat and always with a message to the kids about "Doing Right."
What a thrill. I hope they're back next year.
The boys had strawberry and the girls had chocolate-peanut-butter.
You'd be smiling, too! :)
And yes, we already know the dates for next year's fair!