Here are the results from the Stark County Fair Grange Hall this year.
While we entered many things, we didn’t win that much. Oh well… next year.
Cone Flowers – twice
Sugar Cut-out Cookies
Peanut Butter Cookies
Cereal Bar Cookies
Lemon Bar Cookies
Chocolate Fudge with nuts
The only thing I won was: Second place for the Rice Krispie Treats and 3rd place for the second showing of Cone Flowers.
A total of $2.00 + $1.50
Which brings my total to a whopping: $24.50. Entry fee was $25… didn’t quite make it.
HOWEVER, I did receive my check from the State Fair and I won $60!! I guess that makes up for it. 🙂
Esther’s Grange results are a bit better.
Cone Flowers (twice) – 2nd and 1st = $2 +$2.50
Buckeyes – 3rd = $2
Chocolate Fudge with nuts – 2nd = $2.25
Chocolate Chip Cookies
No Bake Cookies
Peanut Butter Cookies
Cherry Pie (2 crusts) – 1st – Which made her year because her only competition was her BFF! = $4.00
Pumpkin Pie – 2nd = $3.75
Which brings her total this year to $16.50. Her entry fee was $5. Not bad!
Thank you for supporting us and going to the fair to see our items. I’m glad we could provide amusement for some of you… like a scavenger hunt to find our items. 🙂
I am a bit disappointed in the results of the Art Hall this year… but… it has been such a crazy year and while the things I made are wonderful and the people that they are gifted to will think they are definitely “best of show” … the judges in Stark County just don’t think so this year.
I’m not sure that I will recoup my $25 entrance fee… at least not in the Art Hall… Let’s see…
1. Any Variation of Crocheted Granny Square Afghan… I entered my First Ladies Afghan. I did include a note on it so they would know what was special about it. Maybe that helped.
First Place = $5.50
2. Knitted Afgan … I entered the Hue Shifts of Love Afghan. I worked on this off and on for over 2 years because I knew the wedding wasn’t until September 2017. Now, I can wrap it up and gift it to a lovely bride.
First Place = $5.50
3. Rainbow or Fiesta Afghan… I entered my carousel afghan… which was supposed to look like a fair/carnival/circus carousel… guess not. It got nothing. 😦
4. Most Unique Use of leftover Yarn… I entered the Summer Love Afghan I whipped up a couple weeks ago… it really was from leftover yarn. But I guess since it wasn’t granny squares in random colors that don’t really look good together it doesn’t win (see a portion of the winning one in photo beside it). Whatever. I think it is great and someone else will LOVE it. 😛
5. Afghan Any Other… I entered my OSU Sweetpea afghan… I think it is great… the High School graduate I gifted it to, thinks it is great… the Stark County Fair judges don’t. Again, WHATEVER!
6. Crocheted Adult Wearable… I borrowed a mandala vest back from a friend… I guess it isn’t something that appeals to the judges at this fair. Nothing. BUT.. that friend LOVES it… that really is all that matters.
7. Crocheted Toy… I entered one of the cupcakes of the month… the one with a sheep… thinking… maybe… that will help because after all, there are sheep at the fair. NOPE. I think they are cute and I’m sure that the people who get the cupcakes will think they are cute too.
8. Crocheted work, any other… I entered the activity book I made for a cousin’s autistic son. Finally! They like something. I did get first place for that. I better have! It is wonderful!
First Place = $3.50
9. Knit Pillow… I borrowed it back from daughter #2’s boyfriend. They liked it. I was hoping they would like the National Park Emblem that I had turned into the pillow.
Second Place = $2.50
10. Knitted Scarf… I just grabbed one out of the bin of scarves. I could have also entered a crochet one, but I couldn’t find one. Hey, it got 2nd place, not too bad.
Second Place = $2.50
11. Handmade Tote Bag… now, I’m assuming they wanted fabric made ones, but I have this lovely one that I crocheted, so I entered it. There are a bunch of notes on the back of the card that I can’t read from a distance, so I will have to tell you what they complained about later, still… it got 4th place.
Fourth Place = $1.50
So… my total for the Art Hall is: $21. I guess that is better than I thought. Though usually I make a bundle in the art hall. Maybe next year.
Esther only had one item in the art hall this year. She didn’t enter photos like Lydia usually did. Maybe she will next year.
She entered “Bucket of Junk”. The kids were given a bucket of stuff… everyone had the same stuff and they were to be creative with it. Here is her design. She didn’t win, but she had fun Making a water park. Too bad they have one swimmer under the edge of the pool. Poor guy.
Esther and I also entered stuff in the antiques category for Girl Scout items. I entered a Cookie Poster from 1978/9 or so and she entered a cookie order form from the same era. Neither of those won.
Esther has a bunch of stuff in the grange hall. We shall see how the baking did.
My mother always raised us to understand that family is the most important thing. Whether it is your immediate/nuclear/birth family or your extended family…. they are important.
My mother lived this. As the baby of her nuclear family, she often said that she felt that she was an only child and often left out of things. However, she was the sister that helped to take care of 3 of her 4 sisters when they were sick and/or near death. She talks fondly of her nieces and nephews … some of which are closer in age to her than her siblings.
Even now, with her brain cells damaged and dementia in full swing, she often thinks of her family. She regularly asks about her parents, or one of her sisters… or sister-in-law… she talks about her nieces and nephews with great regularity. Yesterday, Jerry Lee (Jake) was the topic of conversation. Most of the time it is Katie Saintenoy or one of the Saintenoys. She is especially fascinated with that family. Now, please understand… she isn’t talking about them in a manner that makes sense or is even truthful… it is just that those names and people come to her mind and her mind makes up some story about them that she believes is real. For example: Jake was supposedly at the “senior center” and doing something with the old ladies there. Katie is her most frequent family member in stories… she gets to do all kinds of things.
HOWEVER… while I think it is OK that she loves her extended family and thinks of them. Hardly ever/never do her stories include her own children or grandchildren. She doesn’t bring them to mind as easily as she does nieces/nephews that she rarely sees. This makes me sad. I wish that she talked about her grandchildren or her children. It is almost like in her mind we do not exist… which is probably partly true since she often thinks she is still in school and lives in Akron.
I have generated a family tree, of sorts, that lists all her siblings and their spouses and their children. I wrote DEAD across all the people that are… well… dead. Today we had to reference this again… almost always when she looks at it she tells me: “You are not dead.” Which I confirm is a fact and remind her that my name doesn’t have DEAD written over it… and then I know that she thinks I’m her sister Dora. While Aunt Dorie was a lovely aunt, we hardly ever spent time with them. I didn’t know her overly well and I know that I do not look like her. They only thing we can figure is that when my mother was 10-12, Dorie would have been the only sibling still at home, so maybe she had to take care of her?
I have tried to raise my children to understand that family is important too. Sadly, that is harder and harder to do these days. Sometimes family members don’t like to “play nice” and it is hard to be around them. Sometimes you are not treated as important by family members, so it is hard to hold them up as important as well.
In 30 years… when I am making up stories and incorporating family members, the only people I envision being in my stories are my own children (and hopefully grandchildren). We hardly ever see any of our nieces and nephews and when we do, we just don’t have that close of a relationship with them. Just the way times are these days, I suppose. This makes me sad.
Family is important. It is the most important thing in your life. Without your family, you are nothing. Whether you are born into a family, adopted into a family, have chosen your own family from friends, or are in the process of making your own family, please remember that. What names and faces do you want to be in your dementia stories when you are old? Make those people important to you now.
So sorry about being gone. I doubt that many of you really missed me… I’m not some fabulous blogger and have millions of followers. I just share from my heart and hope that encourages someone else.
If you are on Facebook, then you probably know most of what my life has been consumed with for the last 11 months. I will reflect on that in a couple weeks.
Here is my pondering for today… I may have touched on it in other blogs, but I couldn’t find it specifically, so I figured it was time to meditate on it.
That is my question.
I am NOT a hugger… wasn’t raised that way…. have never been… makes me uncomfortable. Though, I am trying in small baby steps to try to do a wee bit better with some friends. It is hard for me. Hugging, in my opinion, requires a level of trust, security, peace, and love for the other person. It is a personal event. You are in close contact with someone. You need to feel safe and loved by them in order to want to be that close to someone.
So… what if others are huggers and can’t grasp that it makes you uncomfortable? What do you do?
I have a friend who usually warns me… says something like: “I know you aren’t a hugger but I’m going to hug you anyways.” I am getting better at accepting hugs from her. Because she has taken the time to know me and respect my level of comfort with hugs.
So… if the huggers can’t/won’t do that? What do you do?
Do you hug because it is expected of you? I can’t do that. It truly makes me very uncomfortable… especially with people that I don’t feel safe and loved by.
What do you do?
I step back. I keep someone else or something else between us. Yes, that is a bit awkward, but I’d rather that then the even worse feeling of being hugged.
I have even asked to not be hugged… and said something like: “No thank you, I’m not comfortable with that.” And I feel like I was judged for being rude.
I really do want to know. What do you do? I will NOT hug if I am not comfortable. Hugging randomly is not how I was raised and it is not something I will start now.
I just wish that the people who constantly try to hug me (and my children) would understand that we are uncomfortable with hugging as a greeting/farewell and would respect us. Not everyone is the same… not everyone has the same comfort level… we do not exist with the same comfort level as them… to force/encourage/expect us to do something outside of our comfort zone on a regular basis just sends the message to us that we are not loved and respected for who we are and what we need to feel safe and loved and comfortable.
AND… don’t get me started on the kissing…
I realize that I have not blogged in a very long time. I realize that you don’t really want my raw thoughts and grief… you would rather have knit/crochet patterns… but today I just have some thoughts to get off my chest/head. Sorry.
Today, while in the midst of the daily discussion/argument with my mother about who I am… (Seriously, I wouldn’t argue with her if she NEVER knew who I was, it is only part of the time that she is confused about that.)
… today it hit me… like a ton of bricks. Hurts even to start thinking about it again now.
All of my life I have tried to gain her approval. This is something that all children do. They want their parents to approve of what they do, they want their parents to be proud of them. I have been trying for 50+ years to make her proud of me.
Since the day I was born and was not supposed to be a girl, in fact I didn’t have a name for a couple days. Since the day my brother was born and then the next brother… and the story we always heard how the first brother was the only wanted/planned for child… she may have been joking about it… but it still stings. There is still a kernel of truth there. She prefers boys…
Despite the fact that I was the “good” child and did everything I could to be the best I could be. To follow the rules. To behave appropriately. I never felt it was enough. I never felt that I made her proud.
Sure, there have been moments when she seemed pleased with what I had done. Or with something my family was doing. There may have even been times that she told others that she was proud of me (I don’t know that for a fact, though). She never told me, nor with any regularity acted like it.
My mother is/was a very private person. Emotions were not ever shared or expressed. This is even worse now with her brain damage. I can’t say that I ever saw her cry… not even when Dad died. I can clearly recall her yelling at me and slapping my face many times during the teen years. The only time I can recall her hugging me was when she was told to by a pastor friend when my #2 daughter was being loaded into a life-flight helicopter. Touching and sharing of feelings is not something that she does. It is not something that I do well either. That is how I was raised, how was I to learn anything different?
Today, as I sat and looked at her as we ate supper on her porch… I realized that I so desperately want her approval. I want her to be proud of me. I want her to know who I am and love me. I want her to thank me for taking care of her. I want her to tell me that I am doing good. I want her say that my daughters are wonderful young women. I want her …
However, that will never happen now. I no longer have a mother. I have an elderly person that I take care of that happened to provide 1/2 of my DNA. I wish that didn’t hurt so much.
Maybe this is why I always feel like I am still 12 inside. I am desperate for someone to tell me that they are proud of me.
Yes… some of you will say that you are proud of me. Yes… some of you will tell me that she is proud of me, she just cannot express it to me. Sorry… as well meaning as those words are meant to be, they will NOT be helpful to me (so please refrain from doing so).
I am not sharing this to get “warm fuzzies” from everyone, I’m sharing this … because I just need to get it out. I need for people to realize that I am real. That life is terrible. That some days I cannot cope. That I really want my mommy to be proud of me and that will never happen.
I know that I do not verbally tell my daughters this same thing. I have however shared it in written form either here or on Facebook. Like my mother, I’m not good with verbally sharing things emotionally. I am however, trying to be better at not hiding my emotions.
Daughter #1 – She makes me so very, very proud! She is a responsible young adult, holding down a job as a nanny (and a super-duper wonderful one!!). She is paying off her car and paying on her college loans. She is my right hand woman in taking care of Grandma. Without her, I don’t know what I would do. She is so very talented… just like me… she can paint a wall, spackle the holes, sand the baseboards, build a fire, knit an afghan, cook a cheesecake, design a birthday cake, create crafts for young children, and so many more things! Abigail is wonderful! She is my favorite almost 24 year old daughter!
Daughter #2 – She makes me very proud! She is becoming a responsible adult as well. She is finishing up college and has an internship lined up for summer that will hopefully roll into a job after she graduates next year. She has figured out her own housing for summer and is working on figuring out what she is doing next year at school. She is a master camper/hiker. She can out fire build an eagle scout, and make delicious campfire meals. Elizabeth is wonderful! She is my favorite 21 year old daughter!
Daughter #3 – She makes me very proud! She is finishing up High School and has a plan in place for summer and college next year. She has taken ownership of her Selective Mutism and is working through that. She has filled out every scholarship application she possibly can in hopes of getting lots of $$ for college. She has been a great help in getting the house organized and holding down the fort here while I am at Grandma’s. Lydia is wonderful! She is my favorite 18 year old daughter!
Daughter #4 – She makes me proud! She is a very responsible teenager. Still finding her way and making her mark on high school. She is a faithful friend. She is helpful to me when asked. She is kind to Grandma and a joy to have around helping there. She certainly is the perfect daughter to round out the family. Esther is wonderful! She is my favorite 15 year old daughter!
Please, girls, know how much I love you and how proud you make me!
I read an article this afternoon that appalled me. Maybe I’m reading it wrong. Maybe it was written tongue-in-check. But, I think it really speaks to something that is wrong with society today, the lack of value for a mother and family.
Here is a link to the article, so you can read it:
Here is what I want to say in rebuttal (not that my thoughts and rebuttal matter to anyone)
The author claims these are truths. I claim she is very, very wrong!
She says: We feel lesser.
I say: How can you feel lesser when your primary responsibility is raising and caring for your children? If you feel “lesser” then you have your priorities wrong. You should feel “more-er” because your task as a mom cannot be replicated.
She says: We are jealous.
I say: Who are you kidding? Staying home in your jammies if you want, and not dealing with make up, heels, pantyhose, etc. That is the benefit. She claims you only look “important” when you are dressed up and going to work. Sorry, you are THE MOST IMPORTANT person to that little one you are raising. They don’t care how you look (or smell).
She says: We eat boring lunches.
I say: What constitutes a not boring lunch? Spending $13 on a burger? Why? Your lunch date everyday is wonderful. You get to teach them about nutrition, and manners, and sharing, and how to cook (if you want). How much fun is that to mold and encourage a young mind?
She says: We feel pressured to act really busy.
I say: Some days you are really busy, some days your are not. If you are married to a wonderful spouse, they realize that. Somedays you might be just playing Candy Crush on the computer, but that could be after a long bout of Candyland and a struggle to get little one down for a nap. Other days, you will be picking up toys, doing dishes, etc. Everything fluctuates.
She says: We feel intermittently busy, lazy and lonely.
I say: OK, this might have a kernal of truth in it. However, there are lots of outlets available to counteract the lonely. Parent-child swim and gym classes… playgrounds… art classes… dance classes… walks in the park… walking the dog…you have to reach out and find those groups.
She says: We count the hours until dinner.
I say: I don’t understand that. Does she mean we count the hours until our spouse comes home after working a full day to “take over?” Does she mean we count the hours till they can be fed and sent to bed? Really it seems this woman doesn’t like being with her children at all.
She says: We wonder if we have made the right decision.
I say: If you cannot see the wonder of raising your own children and instilling in them the values that you hold dear. Being the one to take care of them and see all the firsts and rejoice with them. To be the one wiping the tears and cleaning the puke. There is no better decision. If you doubt that decision, maybe you should have thought of that before you had children. Sure, there will be days that the child(ren) get on your last nerve, but all-in-all, they are YOUR children.
She says: We don’t put the laundry away either.
I say: I kind of agree with that concept but not her reasoning. She says that she doesn’t do it because if the kids are too lazy, then why should she pick up the slack. HELLO! You are the mom. You are supposed to be teaching them and nurturing them. They learned to not put it away from you, not the other way around.
She says: We long for time alone in the car.
I say: OK. Sure. But why the car? If you feel you must entertain your children at all times, that is your problem. I believe that children can and should be raised to be able to entertain themselves. I don’t need to be their playmate at all times. They should be able to sit and play with a toy on their own, find a book to read on their own, self entertain.
She says: We don’t get bored.
I say: I will agree with this one point. Being a SAHM mom is NOT boring. It is the hardest and yet most fulfilling role to have. I realize that not everyone wants to be a SAHM. I realize that not everything believes they can be a SAHM. I am very grateful that I was able to do so.
OK. My rant for the day is done.
Sorry I’ve been gone from this blog for so long. Being a SAHD (stay-at-home-daughter) is harder than being a SAHM. The challenges are similar, but toddlers learn and grow, senior citizens just get snarky and repeat the same thing day after day… you know like: Groundhog Day or 50 First Dates.