Weekend with fairgoers and family doesn’t disappoint

Well, another great Shawano County Fair has come to a close. On the days I was there, I got sprinkled on a few times. Even though I had an umbrella in hand, I never opened it up. On Labor Day, I managed to get through most of the buildings. I enjoy talking to exhibitors and meeting up with people, many I only get to see once a year at the fair.

I was much impressed with the crops and vegetable exhibits; with all the heat and humidity of the summer, it seemed things excelled. The animals are so well groomed, and it is fun to see the pride of the exhibitors.

Once again, the Shawano County Historical Society did a great job on their exhibit. One picture I saw seemed impossible to me, taken back in the day when logs were cut and hauled the old-fashioned way. The logs were piled exceeding high on a sleigh, with only two horses hitched to the load. I could only wonder at the danger this posed to the loggers.

Of course, Labor Day weekend doesn’t mean only the fair for me. There is also the Lehman family reunion. This has been a tradition for many years, certainly since my father-in-law, Paul Lehman, retired from being president of the fair board due to ill health when he was in his 80s. He passed away many years ago, but I can remember how much time he spent at the fairgrounds during the fair, walking the grounds like a man 20 years younger.

As usual, I had company this past weekend, went to a cookout at my nephew’s on Saturday and then the family reunion on Sunday. Two days of family togetherness is a great thing, and this year was no exception. In addition, I made things for a bake sale that the HCE was having at the Farmer’s Market in Shawano. Superwoman I am not, but somehow it all got done.

The photography I entered in open class also did well, just a hobby that I enjoy. Funny how much I can walk if I have a camera in my hand. Had I had a camera, I might have caught a picture of two of the three 1-year-olds that were present at the Lehman reunion, when they decided to hug each other and even smacked a kiss.

Another photo opportunity presented itself on Saturday evening, as my sister-in-law and I were visiting in the living room. I noticed something out by the morning glories on the front porch railing. A movement … but what was it? A hummingbird? No, incredulous as it was, there were antlers — a six-point buck. I took some pictures through the window with my phone, so they are not fairworthy for next year. However, that was as close to buck fever as I will ever get.

Looking ahead to next weekend, I have more baking to do. My church, St. John Lutheran, in Tigerton, will be having its annual Harvest Dinner. Swiss steak, broasted chicken and all the trimmings are featured. Homemade pie will top off the meal. I signed up to make eight pies, and yes, they will have homemade crusts. I always think, if I am going to bake and have a mess, I might as well have a big mess and get something accomplished.

Again, I’m not Superwoman. The crusts will be made and in the pie pans a couple days ahead of baking day. I will freeze them and, when ready to bake, it will be as easy as pie.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 says: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”