By Doris Schroeder
The good and bad of the autumn days have arrived in all their glory.
It seems we are constantly on the go, getting ready to go, or bushed from being on the go, It’s a good thing we can’t remember everything or we would probably bust with lack of energy with all the things that are happening.
First and foremost, I do get to visit my sister Carol at the Good Samaritan Rest Home most every day and we are very happy with the care she is receiving. She is completely bedfast and will not last long.
They are almost always right there for all her needs. At first she even wanted to talk and reminisce a lot but now she can only make sounds which they attend to wonderfully. I would certainly recommend them to anyone wanting really good care.
On Friday, Sept. 9, we loaded up the van and took all our fair exhibits to be entered at the Pride of Kansas Building on the fair grounds. They had streamlined the entering process this year, so it didn’t take quite so long as previous times.
We were finished by noon, got our arms atamped and then went home to rest. It was around 6;30 p,m. when we went back to check whether they’d finished judging. Shortly before we arrived at the grounds, it started raining big time.
We waited in the car until the worst was over, then made it in to catch the tram. We missed the first ones, but another one arrived right behind it. When we got to the building, it took another hour or so before they were done judging. I looked over toward the painted gourds and pumpkins. At a distance, I saw a blue ribbon on my sculptured pumpkin. Yah!
Getting closer, I looked at my two political presidential gourds, ALSO with a blue ribbon.Another yah went through my mind. Husband John got a blue ribbon on his potatoes and was happy. I had decoded that if I didn’t place on anything this year, I wouldn’t enter anything next year, but now I’m sure both John and I will continue, if we are able.
Of course we had to have my peach bobbler and John his biscuits and gray in the Pride of Kansas Bldg.
It was already dark when we were ready to leave and I hollered at John that the tram was coming around the coner, and we made a run for it. When it did stop, I thought I had to jump on the first step which was higher thatn the rest. My legs buckled and I couldn’t move.
They had to help me up and I was so thankful nothing was broken. God really had to work overtime.
It was so nice to ride the tram around the fair in the night air. Lights glittered through the darkness as we mad the last round. We visited with another nice couple in the coolness and truly enjoyed ourselves.There cetainly is magic at the Kansas State Fair!
This weekend we will get ready for the Reno County Farmer’s Market on Saturday and perhaps rest a little in the afternoon. I think fall is the nicest season the year, don’t you? The cooler weather seems to bing us more energy and vim, in case the presidential election on the horizon doesn’t.
Isn’t God wonderful to give us so many things to enjoy!
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