Aug 27 2017
172nd Dutchess County Fair
We attended the Dutchess C0unty Fair on Saturday — my first and only visit this year; Sarah’s fifth. Jen won a blue ribbon for her Rhu-Berry jam. She also took two second place ribbons, including, yet again, a grudging one for her peach-lemon marmalade with no first place ribbon given. The judges — whom Jen refers to as the “jam biddies” — are quite strict. Sarah took a third place ribbon for her photograph of Daisy’s nose.
Julie and Stacey enjoyed the Ferris wheel.
Sarah declined our annual hostility-sublimating bumper car session. Julie was kind enough to fill in.
We saw goats, bunnies, and cows — and even a livestock costume show where we saw a cow dressed as the wife in American Gothic, led by a boy in overalls holding a pitchfork.
Back at the farm, our ever-agitated hawks circled overhead. On Sunday we scattered my father’s ashes beneath the hickory tree where, seven years ago, we scattered my mother’s. Dad loved the farm, and he loved the Dutchess County Fair. We were missing him.
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