Ever dreamed a real small town kind of fair with wooden stages, a horse arena, and vegetables on display? Well I have. I have always longed for the fairs that seemed to be from long ago.
Here in Delta Junction, they got 'em. They have storybook, small town fairs each and every year. We didn't let being cheechacos stop us from getting real involved right off the bat.
The Tractor Pull
Before they got started, a fire truck was used to wet the dirt, so to keep the dust down.
Cale on his little tractor. Cale is only 9. He is a very responsible boy.
P.S. I got to drive this tractor a few weeks ago!
Pulling heavy things.
Still talking about tractors and funnel cakes.
Ok, now I am just going to throw this out there as well. I didn't particularly enjoy watching the tractor pull, after say, maybe 5 minutes. To me, one tractor is just the same as the other, though some do come with different levels of rust. I get why people enjoy it, but personally, I rather not sit through any more hours of it in my lifetime. That's all. It was very interesting and I am glad to have the experience under my belt.
During intermission they invited the little kids to come out and peddle these impossible to peddle kid's tractors in a race around a cone and back to the checkered flag. Lucky for us it was one of those everybody wins kind of events and Beezie earned a first place ribbon and a wooden token for a free ice cream at the Buffalo Drive in.
Courtney helping out again.
Singing Sam kicked off the tractor pull by strumming his guitar and singing a song he wrote many years ago when he was trying to make a Delta farmer of himself. I hope I am getting that story right. Either way, it was very down home, country. Here is his link. http://singinsam.com/
At our recent, new neighborhood tractor pull, one would have found a number of tractors from a number of different decades lined up in a row. The tractors proceeded to take their turn pulling something heavy as the crowd cheered them on. On stage, (by stage I mean a flatbed trailer) you'd have found Jeff and my husband who jumps at any chance to have a mic in his hands. (He still thinks he will make it big in Hollywood, despite the fact that he has no plans to go to Hollywood).
At our recent, new neighborhood tractor pull, one would have found a number of tractors from a number of different decades lined up in a row. The tractors proceeded to take their turn pulling something heavy as the crowd cheered them on. On stage, (by stage I mean a flatbed trailer) you'd have found Jeff and my husband who jumps at any chance to have a mic in his hands. (He still thinks he will make it big in Hollywood, despite the fact that he has no plans to go to Hollywood).
Cale on his little tractor. Cale is only 9. He is a very responsible boy.
P.S. I got to drive this tractor a few weeks ago!
Pulling heavy things.
Still talking about tractors and funnel cakes.
Now, I am just going to admit this right here and right now. Before this past weekend, I had never been to a tractor pull. Furthermore, I never really fully understood what a tractor pull was. Yes, you'd think since I's a country girl straight from Alabama hicksville, where we are accused of marrying our cousins and lacking indoor plumbing, I'd have seen a tractor pull. No sir. Not me. I come from a city that boasts around 37,000 and we don't have small town fairs. We have carnivals that are called fairs. And while they are fun, there is nothing charming about the open wounds on the carny who's locking your kid into a potential trap-o-death. I'm just sayin'. I've seen it folks.
Ok, now I am just going to throw this out there as well. I didn't particularly enjoy watching the tractor pull, after say, maybe 5 minutes. To me, one tractor is just the same as the other, though some do come with different levels of rust. I get why people enjoy it, but personally, I rather not sit through any more hours of it in my lifetime. That's all. It was very interesting and I am glad to have the experience under my belt.
During intermission they invited the little kids to come out and peddle these impossible to peddle kid's tractors in a race around a cone and back to the checkered flag. Lucky for us it was one of those everybody wins kind of events and Beezie earned a first place ribbon and a wooden token for a free ice cream at the Buffalo Drive in.
Courtney helping out again.
Farm Animals
Now, let's talk about farm animals. I love farm animals. At the Deltana Fair we found mules, horses, giant pigs, chickens, ducks, turkeys, yaks, goats, and alpacas. Owning alpacas is a dream of mine but they are real expensive. REAL 'spensive. Imagine adopting a child kind of expensive. Well that is a stretch, but not a real long stretch.
Is anyone else really scared right now? He caught me taking photos with his strangely human like eye. Ahhhhh!!! Sunny, I know you can see how this is scary. Right?
Shew. He went back to sleep. But the closer you get, the more human he looks. He looks like somebody's uncle. He was auctioned off and eaten a few hours after this photo was taken.
Just kidding! Well, I don't think they could have butchered him that quickly.
Again, I am joking.
Again, I am joking.
We aren't going to talk about it.
This chicken looks like somebody's aunt. Think she's embarrassed about her hairstyle? Maybe she's proud. I don't know, but she needs to put a hat on.
Sweet Cale is holding his bunny so that Beezie can finally get her hands on him. That rabbit is so anti-social when he's at home in the Durham Family Chicken Coop.
We took a short cut to the mud bogs through the woods.
They were still making sure the mush was just right when we arrived. Beeize and I didn't make it back for the event. I think mud bogging involves running different types of vehicles through thick mud and trying to get to the other side. Also, you can run your body through it as if you are a vehicle...if you so choose.
We took a short cut to the mud bogs through the woods.
They were still making sure the mush was just right when we arrived. Beeize and I didn't make it back for the event. I think mud bogging involves running different types of vehicles through thick mud and trying to get to the other side. Also, you can run your body through it as if you are a vehicle...if you so choose.
Taking it easy.
While we were resting on a bench, guess who came walking by!!! It was none other than Smokey the Bear, ya'll!!! Well I just about jumped out of my seat right then and there and asked for his autograph. I refrained but I did make a dang near fool of myself trying like heck to set the camera and take his picture before he walked out of the frame. I was waving all the while, trying to make it seem like it was all for Beezie's benefit. I mean Smokey the Bear has been a fixture in my entire life, but he was only there through T.V. commercials. I guess Smokey's special appearances were reserved for places where forest fires frequently rage. You know like in L.A. and Fairbanks.
Smokey walked into a little log cabin in the distance and I never did see him come out again. I did however see a tall, sweaty man emerge after about 5 minutes or so. I saw that man several times after that and never would look him directly in the eye.
Logging and Such
I got roped into the logging competition weeks before the event. Courtney announced that I would be her partner in the Jill and Jill sawing portion of the competition. Then Chuck followed by telling me we were going to enter the Jack and Jill sawing event as well. Flattered as I was, I am not one for trying new things in front of crowds of strangers. That sounds ridiculous. I mean who does like to try new things in front of total strangers? Who? Well, Chuck does of course! And I could not get him to understand my reluctance. In his mind, not participating would have been something only an agoraphic with a severe social anxiety disorder would consider. So in an effort of good sportsmanship, I got up there and did my best.
I threw an ax ya'll. I THREW an AX through the air at a large circular wooden target. I was afraid. I was scared I would let go too soon and send it flying like a baton, but only with two sharp edges that can split you open, and it would come down on my head. But, I didn't. I am still here to tell the tale. I didn't hit the target ANY of the times that weren't practice, but I participated. That's what counts.
Chuck also threw an ax. The only difference between his throw and mine? He did it well.
He didn't even take his three practice throws and he got 2 bulls-eyes! I was real impressed. I almost forgot that he was wearing that ugly orange vest! No really, he was wearing it because he was announcing along side Jeff again. He was proud of his vest.
Also, Courtney and I took second place in the Jill and Jill sawing competition! We sawed off that big chunk of wood in 19 seconds. Chuck and I did pretty good too. We didn't win, as there was a professional logger in the mix (in the white hat and white shirt below) and he and his partner (not a professional) sliced off their piece of log in less than 7 seconds! It could have even been a Deltana Fair record.He didn't even take his three practice throws and he got 2 bulls-eyes! I was real impressed. I almost forgot that he was wearing that ugly orange vest! No really, he was wearing it because he was announcing along side Jeff again. He was proud of his vest.
Painted Face
Beezie got her face painted. I don't know when someone thought of face painting but I bet they wish they could have patented the idea. Every little girl wants a stranger to hold their little head in their hands and paint them into a cheetah or give them a cheek sized peace sign to sport around town. Beezie is no exception and immediately noticed the little girls with fairy like curly cues around their foreheads. I told her that if we saw the face painting booth then we would get her face painted, but she should not under any circumstance mention face paint again. Why so touchy about face painting? Well, Beezie has wished entire carnivals away relentlessly searching the crowds for the face painting ladies, all the while badgering me near death, about the whereabouts of the face painting ladies. After she the law was laid down, the obedient little thing did not mention face painting again and before long we spotted them without torturing ourselves.
Strangely Beezie asked for a ladybug and a heart.
30 minutes later, it was smeared into a near unrecognizable state because of an itch that could not be ignored.
Ponies and Horses
And the feature activity of the entire event was when Beezie rode a pony named Apache in 4 races in the big arena.
When we got there Courtney told us they require the riders to wear a button up shirt. She brought us one. Can you tell I like it?
Chuck was getting all artistic with the camera. Good one huh? This is Apache.
Beezie picked the flower and asked that we put it in his hair.
Beezie picked the grass in her mouth herself. She said it's what real cowgirls do.
We learned that there is a lot of patience required for horseback riding competitions and it was hot that day.
I ran along side her with a lead. It was exhausting. But totally worth it.
Beezie, like her Daddy, loves a crowd and delighted in the cheers coming from behind the fence. She took great pleasure in hearing her name over the loud speaker and beamed with pride as she set out to race.
Chuck the good husband and dad, cheered and took photos throughout the event.
Chuck the good husband and dad, cheered and took photos throughout the event.
Courtney ran too. Her she is with her son, Austin.
This is Courtney's sister. If you have a question about saddles, bits, harnesses, or anything at all about horses, she's your girl.
These girls all participated and did very well. All of the horses, including Apache, belong to the Durham's, and Courtney trained all of the girls.
This is Courtney's sister. If you have a question about saddles, bits, harnesses, or anything at all about horses, she's your girl.
These girls all participated and did very well. All of the horses, including Apache, belong to the Durham's, and Courtney trained all of the girls.
None of this would have been possible without our sweet friend Courtney. Courtney is the kind of girl who works hard for the benefit of others and expects nothing in return. She is a giver. The horses and direction all came from her and for that we are incredibly grateful.
We were there all three days of the event but missed so much. There was a beauty pageant with a focus on beauty from within. The winner was awarded a scholarship. We missed the parade and didn't get to see hardly any of the bands and individuals who entertained throughout the weekend. Kids and grownups entered art competitions, vegetables, flowers, and quilts were awarded ribbons, pies were eaten and auctioned off, churches performed moving skits, handmade baskets and similar goods were sold, and farm animals were auctioned off. It was a good fair.
The only thing I didn't see was a dance floor. Maybe I missed it. Or maybe I will have to put a request out to the powers that be so we can square dance next year. Ha! They'll probably tell me to build it myself. After all, I am a part of the community now. I'll have to start pulling my own weight around here.
Loved loved LOVED this entire post! Looks like y'all had a great time, & I thoroughly enjoyed the photos (& their hilarious captions). :o)
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking me into your world for a few...very fun adventure and the pictures really
ReplyDeletepull you in. I almost didn't hear my 3 year old pitching a fit in the background. Talk to ya soon old friend!
Loved the commentary and the photos! I felt like I was there with you. Hope to attend next year. We had a really good time back in 2006 when we came for your fair. :)
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Hayley I loved this post. I know it was long and a lot of trouble but it allows me into your lives in a way that I wouldn't otherwise have. So Thank you. The fair looked awesome and looks like you will be surrounded by wonderful people in DJ which takes care of at least 60% of my worry. Maybe more. Now if you and Chuck can get through a winter without getting the butcher knives out I'll be good. How much firewood have you got?
ReplyDeleteand don't forget the dry milk...seriously!
ReplyDeleteLove the shot of Beezie on the fence, and giggled out loud at her flopped over on poor Apache. :) I love that kid!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're a great writer, Hayley. I was there, and you made it even better. The only thing that wasn't better? The full shot of Tom. Chuck up-staged you on that one!!! ROFLMAO!!
Wow... This post is so awesome that I'll have to make all my comments when I get home today. Don't wanna leave anything out. Wow.
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ReplyDeleteThanks everyone! Your comments make me want to keep the blog updated! I am having trouble getting online STILL so keeping it updated or even checking my email is a continual problem. I hope to have it resolved soon. I keep saying that don't I?
ReplyDeleteMom, not much firewood yet. We have a lot to do before winter.
ReplyDeleteCeleste, got some dry milk! I haven't tried it yet though. I will let you know.
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ReplyDeleteOh, the last photo of your lil' number 35 with the clenched tushie is the cutest! Thanks for sharing your adventures!
ReplyDeleteThanks Stephanie! That is one of my favorites too.
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Hello Mrs. Hayley, it's Ruth and you could have told me to smile! :) It's OK though, I was just nervous. I really like all these cute Pics of Beezie and Apache :)
ReplyDeleteHey Ruth! Nervous? Not you!!
ReplyDeleteI kind of was, about getting Ginger to lope, I think you know how she is :) Kind of lazy of age. I love that girl. -Ruth
ReplyDeleteIt was fun that day, though, and Charley and you did really well!
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