>How does that saying go? You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl…or something like that. Anyway, I guess to some extent I will always be a farm girl. Today we went to The Fair (if you’re from VT you’ll know which one) and it was great. Did I go on any rides? No. Did I waste my money throwing darts at balloons? No. Did I watch stupid demonstrations on how to clean more effeciently with a chamois cloth? No.
Did I watch my cousin show her calves? YES. Did I watch random people I don’t know in a horse show? YES. Did I feel a twinge of pride that my Dad and Grampa knew half the people shootin’ the shit around the cow barn? YES. Did I try to convince my dad to buy be a bunny? YES (not successful). Did I eat a Bloomin’ Onion, Fried Dough and Al’s French Fries? YES.
My brother could have gone to the fair last night with his new friends from college. He opted to go today with us because his friends wouldn’t know how to do the fun stuff, i.e. all the stuff we ended up doing today. We are such hicks, but I love it.
On the way to the fairgrounds my grandparents and Dad didn’t stop commenting on the various fields and farms we passed. “Does this one belong to What’s His Face?” “Oh no, he sold it to Joe Schmo.” “What’s So-and-So doing now a days?” “Oh, he’s selling insurance. But his parents are still on the farm.” And on and on and on. It was great.
Then on the way home we drove through a development of condos that my great uncle designed on land that used to belong to the What’s His Face farm. It was kind of sad, because land that used to be open was now all built up. In fact, if you drive north on the interstate, just before the whales’ tails, all that land to the right used to be my grandma’s farm when she was growing up. I can’t even imagine how beautiful that area used to be back in the day. I know progress is inevitable, but that doesn’t mean it comes without a price.