Sunday Sing-Along

Taste of small town America

Yesterday, we went to the Ransom County Fair, taking me back to fond memories of my childhood. We moved a lot, but most the time we lived in small towns. When I was 11 we moved to Illinois for about a year and the big thing was "The Corn Festival" in August, then we had the fair in September. There were rides, and fair foods, and tons of corn.

Yesterday. I was taken back to all of that. Dh, the kids, and I watch the cattle competition for 4-H and FFA, and afterwards we ate a free dinner of pork sanwiches, fresh corn on the cob, chips, and german chocolate cake. We walked around the games and rides. We walked in the barns and saw the pigs, chickens, rabbits, goats, and lambs, and cows. We walked around the expo center and looked at all the 4-H projects-the homemade baked goods, jellies, and jams, the crocheted dollies, handmade quilts and other sewing projects, the projects on the crops of North Dakota along with other projects. It was nostalgic....it was the taste of small town Amercia...and it's starting to really draw me in. ;) (Actually, I really would love it, if our house in TX would sell, and I know I have something to live in that's warm here for the winter)

I don't think most people in America, get the real taste of small town America. They don't get or appreciate the small town life. They don't know how important small town America is to the rest of the United States. Unfortunately, it seems it becomes less and less important as we continue to give jobs away to foreign countries. :(

As I get older I understand the meaning of small town America and the heart of America. Big city life isn't the same as living in a tight knit community of a small town. Yeah, I have to drive a long way to the grocery store, to homeschool community events, etc, but when I get to think about the simple life and building relationships with honest, hardworking Americans, it makes it all worth while!

Blessings until next time!

oh no, not that!

Yesterday, Joe Bug was toasting waffles. He got the syrup bottles out...both are empty....Belle says, "You might have to get the sugarfree syrup crap out" and I reply, "Oh no, not that!"

My apologies to the language...but it was darn funny. Her daddy calls it that. He hates it, but has to use it now...because of the type 2 diabetes.