Last weekend was the weekend o' fairs. First County Fair, then the annual Threshing Bee in Butterfield. We again attended the ecumenical Sunday morning worship service outside (very nice), and then spent a few hours looking around.
In the photo above, Dad took the little ones to see the Farmall 350 on which I began my illustrious hay baling career.
One of the highlights of this historical setting is the kiddie train. Here we got ready to board...
the conductor (the grandpa of our kids' friends) punched our tickets, and
then the pictures got out of order. Hmmm.
Here Ramont and Jonathan head to the windmill that grinds the wheat which was threshed (thrashed?) at the Bee. We bought some, as we (will) do every year, for bread and other baking.
Some of the hundreds of old tractors on display, with the lake behind them.
J was very, very sad that most of the tractors were too well-preserved to play on.
Well, and here we are at the train again.
Looking up into the windmill's gears. What an ingenious contraption!
Anna dares to touch the engines of the horse & wagon commute around the grounds. The driver serenades the riders with pop songs, I kid you not, as they amble through the grounds.
What would a fair be without ice cream?
[Definitely not worth going to for the Harder Schrock household.]
And this little kid is going to kindergarten...
next year!
[not yet, whew]
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