Down at the fairgrounds, they’ve only just packed up the last of the midway amusement rides and swept up after the festivities last weekend.
Our family went on opening day. We toured the animal barns, rode the thrill rides, and put our 2-year-old on the green John Deere tractor for the obligatory photo op. Along with consuming my share of kettle corn and funnel cakes, I got a healthy dose of nostalgia with my fair experience.
I grew up in a small farming town in Pennsylvania, so I went with my family to at least three fairs every summer. It was a tradition that marked the end of summer vacation. Since we were townies, we had no animals to show.
My mom made spectacular jams and jellies, but she never entered anything. No, we went as outsiders. It may seem strange, but it was kind of a literary experience for us, something out of our tattered copy of “Charlotte’s Web.” We reenacted the same story — the same family story — each time we went. And of course, that story revolved around food.
My sister and I each got to choose a treat. I usually went straight for the cotton candy, in various unnatural shades.
About 11 years ago Jeanne Akers drove up from Southern California
looking to live closer to her Del Norte County family. Recently
widowed, Jeanne decided to join a local church and settle down.
She chose the United Methodist Church in Crescent City. The first
time she went, Jeanne explained recently, “everybody was so busy, I
finally asked if there was anything I could help them with.” That was
the beginning of a church-oriented volunteer job that some weeks
threatens to occupy all her waking hours except those she spends as a
member of the Sutter Coast Hospital Auxiliary, a weekly chore.
Jeanne is the very embodiment of the faithful, hard-working church
volunteer. There are millions of them across America. Of all faiths and
beliefs, they maintain their churches and temples as they would their
homes, with loving care.
Final exam week at the College of the Redwoods ended on Friday. The
students have taken their tests, so now it’s your turn. Here’s a word
problem from Localvore 101:
You live in town but your street is tucked away, out of the hubbub
and congestion of the main drag. Lot sizes are large, and many of your
neighbors have fruit trees, flowers, and big vegetable gardens. One
morning while walking the dog, you notice a swarm of bees gathering
around the limb of one of your neighbor’s apple trees. What should you
With the warm weather we had last weekend, I succumbed to the itch and added more vegetables to the garden.
I went a little wild and planted Asian Long Beans in the tiny
greenhouse we built on the sunny side of our house. Not being a
confident gardener, I have not checked the beans since. I use the
“plant-and-run” method. The joy I get from gardening doesn’t come from
daily forays into the fields to see how my garden grows. I like the
concept of raising my own vegetables more than the practice.
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