Tuesday, September 22, 2015
TWEETING took on a new/old meaning
Sunday was Kirkwood's (St. Louis suburb) annual Green Tree Festival. The aromas of caramel corn, funnel cakes and every kind of food imaginable permeated the air. Craft booths filled the park; artisans sold their wares. This family-friendly event drew huge crowds. There were three different stages with live bands, and there were dogs and kids everywhere.
I often hear people talk about the Good Old Days, when times were easier. I wonder if that time really existed, or if it all seemed less hectic looking back. The pace of living has certainly increased, and in many ways the work load has lightened. Will our children consider these days their good old days?
We took a walk and discovered Frontier Village, an encampment of actors portraying frontier life.
The canon misfired the first time, but the second attempt was like the shot heard 'round the world. It reverberated throughout the park.
Imagine having to hunt animals to make buckskin clothing to wear. It's hot and heavy.
I'd travel anywhere in this covered wagon as long as I had this big guy by my side.
No matter the century, mothers have always reprimanded their children. We passed this mom telling her children, "Go blow those bird call whistles over by the tree. I'm tired of your tweeting."