So I pretty much grew up in the city, not counting when my dad was in the Air Force and we were stationed overseas (yes, I have ridden in a bus in foreign countries with pigs and chickens just one or two seats over). I grew up in a big city, went to college in a big city, and my peeps all live in big cities (yes, I did use the word “peeps”).
Suffice it to say, I know about traffic and waiting in lines for hours and saying I’m going to make “a quick run to the grocery store,” which in big-city terms translates to at least 85 minutes. Yes, exactly 85 minutes.
Pretty much I know nothing about sewing or canning. I have no idea how to make my own jam or jelly.( Don’t those just come from the store?) I have no idea about animal husbandry or breeding or raising a pig or a cow. I can’t ride a horse. Don’t have a green thumb (plants scream in horror if I approach them). I don’t know anything about gardening.
No, I am not 4-H-ey at all. Pretty much, if the zombie apocalypse happened, I’d be in trouble. I would have no survival skills.
This is why I am so fascinated with fairs.
When the Texas-Oklahoma Fair opens Tuesday, one of the events in Wichita Falls this week, guaranteed I’ll be out there one of the five days of its run (it goes on through Saturday at the MPEC). I tend to peruse all the arts and crafts items and then feel bad about myself because I don’t know how to do anything. I am amazed by all the canning that goes on and the “putting up” of jams and jellies.
I am always all about the pig races. LOVE those pig races, though this year piglets won’t be dashing for running glory at the fair. I hear that, instead, the specialty acts will be a bear show and also a couple of mentalists who will hypnotize members of the audience (no, they won’t be hypnotizing the bears).
Youth will be showing their animals in the Ag Center all weekend long, and then, of course, the eating of the funnel cakes and Indian tacos and turkey legs will commence so we all can power up for the midway gaming and carnival rides.
In short, I know nothin’ about rural stuff, but I am happy to be around folks who do because, you know, it’s good to be around people with all these skills when the zombie apocalypse finally does happen.
Sadly, I didn’t put up any jams or jellies this year, but if you happened to do so, drop off your entries until 6:30 p.m.today (Sept. 16) at the MPEC. Then the fair opens at 6 p.m. Tuesday. I’ll be blogging and Tweeting (@LanaSweetenShul) and then some. I will eat all the fair food I can and give you the low down on what’s the best eats. And I will try to point out the best things to see.
Say hi if you see me. I’ll be the city girl trying to avoid being hypnotized and eating funnel cake like there’s no tomorrow.