Tuesday night, I had the worst night I’ve had in years. Stomach cramps, nausea, etc. By Wednesday morning, I was freezing cold and went right back to bed.
I can’t believe that I slept all day long. I wanted to take my phone to bed with me, but dropped it behind the dresser. I figured that I wouldn’t sleep that night, but fell asleep until early morning.
When I went to get out of bed to head to the bathroom, I slipped off the bed and fell on my butt. Okay, how do I get my legs turned around and stand up? Slowly, slowly, I shifted this way and that until I could get my knees, and using the chair, hoisted myself up. I sorta made it to the bathroom on time.
I cancelled my dentist appointment for Sunday, but am feeling so much better now. It seems that when I was indisposed, life went on without me. And at my house, besides.
My hairdresser, Johanna, left her place of business in Jewett, and is slowly moving into my husband’s former barbershop in my house. I didn’t realize all that she was doing, but hopefully, she will soon be open for business. Unrelated, but still, someone graciously left a sewing machine on my porch, which I don’t need, as I just got rid of the 4 that I had.
If anyone needs one, please let me know. It seems that people think they can unload their unwanted stuff where they want. I look at the porch of the Jewett Church Hall when I pass and quite often see “donations” on their porch.
Now, the church has to find a way to get rid of your castoffs. They no longer run Rummage Sales, and if they want your donation, they will ask for it. Judy had extra goods at her free table, including food and some worn clothing.
Please, no food or clothes. Animals are attracted, and we don’t want that. The Greek Fest was a great success.
They ran out of lamb and chicken early on Saturday evening. They said the weather was so beautiful that people were there all day buying. Judy’s family came for an extended stay this week.
Karen and Tyler, with daughters Chloe and Claire came from Syracuse; Stacey came from Niscayuna with daughters Kelsey and Raury, sister-in-law Joan came to stay with them at the local B&B within walking distance of Judy’s. On Friday, Jay was off, and all went to the Arboretum and a walk-through Tannersville. Saturday, Anthony came up and helped mom, Judy clean her chimneys, then they all went to Greek Fest for dinner.
Amid sorrow, it’s good to get together for a pleasant time. Don’t forget the fund raiser at the Mitchell Hollow Chapel on Sept. 15.
Sympathy to the family of Marcia Rion. Prayers for Paul Tompkins Jr. AS I REMEMBER IT The end of summer is upon us, the trees and grasses are entering their “yellow” phase and gardens are starting to produce abundantly.
In my mind that means just one thing: It’s time for the county fairs. Chatham, Cobleskill, Walton, Rhinebeck and Altamont. There were several town fairs, back in the day.
Prattsville had one where the ball park is. Cairo had one which featured auto racing. The race track stayed and is still there.
If you take the first right into town you can still see it on the left. Can you imagine the excitement that we felt while waiting to go to the Prattsville Fair. They had a ferris wheel, tilt-a-wheel, merry-go-round, games of chance, ring toss.
A great country fair. We’d go to Chatham or Altamont to see the County’s best. Animals raised by someone you actually knew, homemade pickles, cakes, pies made by your own family.
Squash, cucumbers, beets being judged for perfection. How many blue ribbons were brought home and proudly displayed. There were sideshows: Fortune Tellers, Freak Shows, animals that you have never seen and will never see again.
The sights, smells and sounds of the county fairs will never leave my mind. It was no easy task taking the whole family to the fairs. We had an old truck that could hold 6 if you sat really close.
We had little money, so we always packed a picnic basket. There was little money for goodies, except maybe a hot dog which always tastes better at the fair. So, we would all pack into the truck and drive to Cobleskill or other location.
Once there we had to find a place to park, usually someone’s lawn, and then instructions were given to all. Be back at the truck by 4, or we’ll never come again. No cell phones, no monitors, just DO IT.
We pretty much knew where everyone would head to. Father went to the cattle barn, and tractor pull with the boys. Mother and the girls went to see the “women’s” tents.
We oohed and aahed over the handiwork, and the different types of pickles. What time is the show at the Grandstand? Invariably, we’d all meet up there to see the show, then on our merry way again to meet up again at the bathrooms. We’d wander, go on rides (tickets for all rides were something like $5 for a huge book that could be shared among all the kids.
) Watch the Watch. All too soon, it’s time to head back to the truck, with just one more cone of cotton candy for the walk there, and time to cram back in and drive home to our own animals, gardens and chores, but with new memories to pull up throughout the coming year..
