I love small town fairs - NEMO Old Thrashers weekend.

 Well Saturday we got up to farm town and attended once again the Old Thrashers event.

Chance to watch and see how the old equipment was used.

This truck seperated the corn from the cob. I am sure there is a name for that process but I didn't catch it.

 Ah Shucks!

 Another view of the truck.
It doesn't look like it could still run but it does.

 Another old steam tractor.

 This machine seperated the cobs from the stalk.

And still worked.

This machine attached to a very large steam tractor thrashed oats.















And unlike festivals in larger towns where it is okay to sell Vietnamese Kabob's (among other non-related things) at Scottish themed Festivals, evey thing seemed to have a purpose with what was being celebrated; old farm life.

 Making new friends.

 Very young.

 "This town ain't big enough for the three of us philgrim."

 How to make apple cider

 Lots of old tools.

 And some ideas I had never seen before (which is not unusual.)

 My favorite parts are the kids rides that are home-made and tractor driven.

 All tractor powered.

 And made with stuff from around the town.

Pulled by tractor, made out of barrels and on the go all day.

It is also fun to see the same people year after year doing these rides again.

 And of course there are lots of other things going on.

 Rope making.

What a great day!

Summers last hoorah!

 

 With the world situation the way it is, and the up and down economy, we thought we needed a back up plan if college fails to secure our daughter a good future.

So this past weekend we signed her up for circus school.

 Her she is learning the trapeze arts.

And she will also learn plate balancing and juggling.

 This all of course took place at our wonderful 'City Museum'.

 Which is mostly known to kids for its wonderful climbing and hiding opportunities.

 

 We also did the traditional summer time activities like selling tomatoes. . .

and we swam a few times and generally had a good weekend.

The summer keeps rolling along. . . .

 Meet number three. . . 'chillin' 'tween' races.

 Rainy Wednesday to the Art Museum.

 Daughters class had spent a lot of time this past school year studying Native Americans so she found that display fascinating.

 Young artist at work studying the masters.

 Just have to get the perspective just right.

Daughters favorite, Norman Rockwell.

I love her!

 They even had crafts.

 Studying Monet.

 Wife, "Okay, in this period of paintings, if you notice, many of works will flow in some sort of figure eight."

 Daughter, "Nope, just not seein' it."

(Okay, okay, I made that up.)

 Posing partners, a Degas and a Daughter.

 No lion, no witch, just the wardrobe.

Out front.

 Namesake of St. Louis.

 Back in town, daughters first red tomatoes of the season. Just a few days after July 4th.

 Yea!

 Another day, a farmers market.

 Saturday, pool party with friends.

Sunday, the last softball game of the season.

 Yesterday, meet number four, 'chillin' 'tween' races.













I call this one, 'Sunset at Swim Meet'. We finished at eleven p.m.