Showing posts with label quilting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quilting. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

The State Fair - Surprises Around Every Corner by Jo-Ann Roberts

 


 "At the state fair, we're all children at heart, wide-eyed and eager."



There's something about a good old-fashioned county fair that just seems so happy and rousing. Children exhibiting their animals; mothers bringing their favorite recipes for judging; and fathers often engaging in contests with their draft animals.

Here in North Carolina, an annual 10-day event has just concluded. In addition to everything-fried-on-a-stick, the midway, crafts, and 4-H judging, each day has a theme...Senior Citizens Day, Military Day, and Feed the Hungry Day among others. 



The history of the state fair in the U.S. dates to 1841 when the first gathering was organized in Syracuse, New York.

However, the concept of the "county fair", organized by an agricultural society, was initiated by Elkanah Watson, a New England farmer. In September 1811, he organized an event (known then as a Cattle Show) in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. (Side note: Now, I was born and raised in Pittsfield, and I never knew this fact until now!!!) It was not a market, but it was more than just an exhibit of animals -- it was a competition, with prize money ($70) paid for the best oxen, cattle, swine, and sheep.

By 1819, most counties in New England had organized their own agricultural societies and the movement was spreading into other states. As it grew, the activities and exhibits began to reflect wider interests and were no longer limited to agricultural related endeavors. Especially in the West.

The backbone of the fair -- competitions between gardeners, cooks, quilters, and seamstresses -- has always remained a big draw. Other competitions included livestock, crops, rodeos, and pie eating contests.



In the West, horse races were early attractions. In the late 1800s and early 1900s, as transportation styles changed, hot-air balloons were exhibited with parachutists jumping from them as an added attraction. 

The introduction of the automobile during the same period soon brought car racing to fairs. Carnivals -- including merry-go-rounds powered by live horses -- became a popular attraction.

In the 1880s, a week-long state fair could draw hundreds of people from the outlying areas. Visitors filled the hotels and boarding houses, and some camped outside to save money.

The fair offered farms a view of new agricultural techniques and machinery. Farm equipment manufacturers fought for gold medals, while displaying reapers, harrows, cultivator drills, and irrigation devices. One account described steam tractors displayed at the 1868 fair as "smoking monsters that threw scares into rearing horses."

There were also more whimsical displays: a 73-pound, seven-foot-long beet, blocks of ice containing frozen mountain trout, and bouquets of flowers. By the early 1890s, the budget for a fair's prizes was more than $47,000!





Before the modern midway, the fairs featured pony rides, bicycle races, and hot-air balloon rides. The third evening of the fair was a traditional day for everyone to dress up and parade through the Pavilion, entertaining themselves simply by seeing and being seen.



More controversially, gambling became common in the 1870s and 1880s. Horse racing was one of the largest draws at the fair, and fair personnel devoted enormous energy on building racetracks and stables. In 1890, horse race winners received almost twice as much as all fair exhibits combined.

While some argued gambling was immoral and harmful to children, the fair officials stated they encouraged the breeding of fast, strong horses. Rural farmers argued the horse racing permitted too much drinking and bad behavior, catering to the breeders, rather than the broader rural population.

Whether in small towns, large counties, or major cities, fairs provided farm families the opportunity to take time away from the day-to-day of their farm-based lives to provide "a crackling good time for all."

Upcoming New Releases

CLICK HERE

CLICK HERE


Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Woooo Hoooo - It's release day for Chase's Story - Book 10 of Grandma's Wedding Quilts


Chase wanted no part of going to college or following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a Doctor.  His dream involved cattle and horses and he follows that dream to the Arizona Territory. 

One cold, rainy day his life takes a turn when he finds himself looking down the muzzle of a Colt Walker barely being held up by a woman who has been badly beaten along with her three-year old son.  Will she be someone Chase could let into his heart or someone who could destroy his life

A bit of a teaser....



The sun was setting and Chase was hopeful he’d get home before dark. His eyes drooped and he gave himself the luxury of letting his head drop forward. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep but the wagon jolted to an abrupt stop.

     Chase snapped his head up and found he was looking down the muzzle of a gun. More surprising was the woman holding the gun. She was soaking wet, with an eye swollen shut, dried blood coming from a cut somewhere under dirty brown hair, a lip that was split and deep, purplish bruises covering most of one side of her face. Though she stood about five and a half feet tall, she was so thin, a stiff wind wouldn’t have too hard a time blowing her to the ground. 

     Her dress was one of an indiscriminate color, it was so faded. One sleeve was completely ripped away at the shoulder and the waist was also torn. She had the horse’s bridle in one hand and the gun in the other.

     Chase sat up a little taller and pulled the break on the wagon. “Ma’am, you don’t look too good, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

     Her bottom lip trembled. “I…I’m sorry, mister, but I need your wagon and whatever water and food is on it. You can keep your cow.” A tear slipped down one of her cheeks. “I’ve got a little one who’s sick and got to get him out of here.”

     Chase pursed his lips and casually leaned his elbows on his knees. “Is that a Colt Walker? They stopped making those some twenty years ago.”

     She ignored his questions. “You need to get down.” 

     The arm holding the gun started to shake. “I’ll shoot, mister. Don’t think I won’t.”

     Chase shook his head. “I don’t think so. You see, the Walker is a single action and the lever needs to be cocked with each shot.” He crossed his arms. “You will need both hands to do that and it looks like it’s weighing a bit too heavy for you now.”

     She chewed on the good side of her lower lip, fear and indecision written all over her face. When she turned to look over her shoulder Chase jumped from the buckboard, knocking them both to the ground. She screamed as he landed on top of her. He grabbed the gun before rolling back up to his feet.

     The woman, now covered in mud, curled into a fetal position and sobbed. Chase put the gun under the bench of the buckboard and bent to pick her up. She moaned when he laid her in the hard wagon. He reached over her to grab an old blanket when her hand shot out, grabbing his arm with a ferocity he didn’t think she possessed.

     “Timmy,” she gasped, holding tight. “Please,” she begged, a sob catching in her throat, “you have to get him.”


  Have you seen all the books/authors involved in this wonderful series?  Take a look here - https://www.amazon.com/Grandmas-Wedding-Quilts/e/B01N0SW5XR


Also, you can join Sweet Americana Book Club.  We have more things happening in the future.  Be the first to know by joining us at https://www.facebook.com/groups/535993593256270.
Hope to see you there!