From The Farm: Memoirs Of A Michigan Country Girl: Entry #3
The Donkey shares some of The Wife’s intimate journal memories and stories from her childhood experiences on a rural Michigan farm. Grammatical errors and farm-talk left in for effect. (Read the original debate: Down on The Farm?)
May 3 – The Fair
I am expecially excited today. Ezekiel asked me to the county fair. He invited me by thowin’ his old boot through my window. I am sad to report that he broke my ceramic jewelry box shaped like a grain silo. When I lifted the top it made a mooing noise. The good news is that inside his boot was a note that said, “You will be fairer at the fair with me.” He’s dreamy!
We went to the fair and had a gay old time even though there weren’t much attracshuns. Uncle Moses (I don’t think he is my uncle, but everyone calls him that) was spinning people on the ‘Piknik-Tron.’ He put the top of the piknik table on some type of gear and then he would hold the table and run around in a circle while we sat on top. Ol Joe (he is actually old but I don’t know when people gave him that name) was giving kids a ride on a ‘Ferrus Water Wheel.’ He brought his water wheel from his crick and attached a lever to the side of it. Then we would line up, jump on the wheel, and croutch down on the little steps. He pushed us around and around as we followed in a line trying to jump on the steps. It was sure fun going up, but it was a dandy coming down. Jethro got stuck under the wheel and we had to shut er down for a while. The final event was a ‘hog wrastle.’ You had to enter a fenced in pen and get a pig in a potato sack while bein blindfolded. If you caught him you got to take him home and eat him. To confuse people, they put a bunch of other animals in the pen. I thought I won, but when I opened my sack the only thing in there was brainless Bobby Lee. He snuck in the pen and snorted like a pig. I rilly thought I picked a winner. Apparently it was a real hoot for onlookers – or should a say a real oink. I’m funny.
Ezekiel walked me home and picked some grass for me along the way. A dandelion got stuck in the handful of grass and made it real pritty. I like that boy.
3 Responses to “From The Farm: Memoirs Of A Michigan Country Girl: Entry #3”
I didn’t realize that there were places in our country that still were stuck in the past, but this is proof enough for me.
By phillyz on Feb 5, 2009
I am glad to hear that people can find great carnival rides even in a farming community
By john on Feb 6, 2009
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
If only.
By kevin on Feb 25, 2009