My Grammie's A Bobblehead!!!!

How cool is this?????

Just when I think I've seen it all...along comes this:

The Hannah Duston Bobblehead, created by the New Hampshire Historical Society.

Hannah Duston (1657–c. 1736) is believed to be the first woman honored in the United States with a statue. In 1697, Hannah and her newborn baby were taken as captives by Abenaki Indians during a raid on Haverhill, Mass. The Abenaki “dash’d out the Brains of the infant, against a Tree” and forced the recuperating mother to march through the wilderness with one foot bare. On March 30, at an island in Penacook, N.H., she killed and scalped her captors. The event became well known, due in part to the account by Cotton Mather in his "Magnalia Christi Americana" (1702) and retold by, among others, John Greenleaf Whittier in his short story "The Mother’s Revenge" (1831). Two monuments were erected to Hannah Duston’s memory, one in Haverhill, Mass., dedicated in 1879, and the other at the site of her escape on Penacook Island, dedicated in 1874.

Price : $15.95

Bet your Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandmother doesn't have a bobble head in her honor.

Nyah nyah na nyah nah!

(For those who may not know...Hannah Duston was my ancestor, and I blogged her story a few years ago. If you are interested, you can read the story; a link is posted on my sidebar as Dustin Family Saga. By the way, Hannah also is available as a commemorative Jim Beam bottle as well. The girl has style, don't you think? )

A little more fishing in Little Cottonwood: Autumn Begins

Last Sunday was really special. Our church, K2, (itself a five year old church plant out of Kennsington Michigan) commissioned about 250 people to begin holding services at a church plant south of the main church. K2 has been holding 4 services each Sunday and was busting at the seams. People drove quite a distance to attend services, and it was clear that a church could be started in a community closer to where a lot of the people already live.

The first service of the new church will be held next Sunday!

On top of that, we saw the video of the latest group of people who got baptised. About 15 people...yes, God is still changing lives, and making fishers of men.

Bernie and I had various tasks to attend to during the afternoon, but around four o'clock we decided to head up to Little Cottonwood Canyon, about 15 minutes from our house.

The fall colors were lighting up the canyon walls.

And the growing evening shadows served as a perfect backdrop to show off the blazing bright colors.

Bernie was eager to wade into the river to do some more fly fishing.

I amused myself by taking pictures, as usual, and then curling up with the book "Eat, Drink and Be Wary: A Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking Mystery Novel" by Tamar Myers.

The main character is a modern Mennoite woman who runs an inn.

Her Amish distant cousin does the cooking.

I'll bet you had no idea there was such a book.

Not only is there such a book, there are actually about 15 titles in the series.

Recipes are included, and the laughs never stop.

I laughed so hard I almost wet my sturdy Christian underwear!

Oh the Mennonite, Amish and Presbyterian humor is spot on funny.

It was a good thing I was inside the car...otherwise I might have scared the fish away.

I love seeing Bernie get into the fly casting. Dry fly no less. Apparently dry flies are a bigger deal casting wise than wet flies.

It was pretty much autumn everywhere I looked.

(He was casting into that down river area...)

Then.....after a brief struggle...

A cute little spotty brook trout! It really was too small to keep. It was sent swimming merrily on its way moments later. Bernie actually caught a rainbow trout while I was snorting and giggling away in the car, but released it as well.

I love my fisherman in full fishing gear!

And I was really glad he had the head lamp...it was dark when we walked away from the river's edge.

No fish for dinner this time, but I was happy with my pictures, my book and heading home with my man.

Last Weekend in Summer 2009: Critters at the Fair

Believe it or not, I was only at the fair for less than three hours. But trust me...in that amount of time, I saw it all.

Like this for example:



An alligator show?
Seriously?
Why would anyone want to see an alligator show?
Alligators are like the couch potatoes of the swamps. They don't do tricks, they prefer to lay around in the sun, or sink to the bottom of a lake.

Apparently folks in Utah just eat that kind of stuff up. The rangers did a quick talk about how alligators show up all over Florida (and they didn't mention Texas, Georgia, South Carolina etc etc...) and that people feed them and that people shouldn't feed them. You could almost see the crowd shaking their heads in agreement in perfect rhythm.

A little baby eight foot gator was trying to be invisible at the edge of the pool. The ranger went over and started to noose him up...I left at that point.
Sheesh...if you aren't planning on eating a gator, then just leave it alone!

The whole thing brought back sad memories of Slick. I wonder how Slick is doing in the Texas sink hole. There hasn't been a new update on that sink hole gator in over a year.

(Now if you do happen to see a gator...and you happen to have a goat that you want to get rid of...oh never mind. There aren't any gators in Utah anyway.)

Personally I think goats are cute. These little guys were as cuddly as kittens.

A billy goat was busy charming the does. He was making the funniest noises.

I was hoping to see the all white goats, or the pygmy goats. Apparently each day has just one variety of goat on display. Secretly, I'd love to have a pygmy goat. My college roommate, the one that owned a 500 acre ranch, had a pygmy goat that had triplets. They were sooooo cute!

And wouldn't it be cool to be able to make your own goat cheese?

Of course it would!

And never having actually lived on a farm or ranch with a goat...I'll bet it really isn't as much fun as I think it would be.

That's OK. Leave me to my fantasy.

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Maybe what would even be more fun would be a dairy cow!

I've recently read that one dairy cow produces enough milk in one year that you can make 700 lbs of butter. And it you aren't up to eating 700 lbs of butter, you can just get a really big walk in freezer and make butter sculptures!

Seriously...wouldn't it be sweet to have a little cow face like that to pat each day?

A woman in SLC owns a miniature cow, a Swiss I think it was, and she shares the milk she gets with a neighbor, saying the miniature cow makes just enough for the two families.

The teens were inspecting a castrated bull, or more precisely, a steer, which is what you call a bull that has been neutered. Bulls are much bigger than cows.

I learned that at Oregon State University, where my roommate Jen gave me a tour of the Animal Science buildings.

One bull at OSU was the size of a mobile home. It scared the bejeebers out of me when it started lumbering over my way. Jen was sitting on the fence and I was taking a picture of her at the time. I had never seen Jen move so fast in the whole time that I knew her.

Jen then told me that whenever one of her cows were balky about coming into the barn, she would just turn the bull loose in the pasture with the cow over night. The cow would be the first one back in the barn the next night.

Just a little "ag" humor there for ya!

Now this is where it got interesting to me.
They had created a cow breed library!

They had neatly arrange the cows (sort of...the cows tended to move around a bit so you couldn't always see their best side) beneath banners explaining the finer points of each dairy cow breed.

They needed a cow librarian to keep the cows neatly "shelved" but you could still get a good look at them.

Jersey cows are so sweet looking.

But then there are the chocolate velvet like Swiss.

(A small cow bell would have been a nice touch here.)

Guernsey cows are fun because their markings turn up with shapes like Micky Mouse and Madonna, and they get their pictures put in the paper when that happens. Sweet face on the cow don't you think?

It was so precious watching a little tot seeing a three week old calf for the very first time.
"Buddy" the calf was very good with the little hands that were eager to give him a pet.

I keep forgetting that Dairy cows and Beef cattle are quite different. I once saw a gorgeous book of cattle, scientifically drawn back in the 1800's with every breed of cattle known, with a picture of both the bull and the cow.

I recently learned that girl cattle are called heifers until they have given birth, at which time they become cows. Which just goes to show it is never to late to learn little details about the facts of life of other species.

The hide was like fine plush upholstery. Just beautiful.

I couldn't get over the size of this critters hind legs.

And isn't it lovely to virtually visit the dairy, beef and goat barn via my blog?
Without having to get that distinctive barn smell in your nose?

These buildings must be pretty old. It would be interesting to me to know how many animals that were shown this season were descendants of the prize winning animals that were first shown here?

And why don't they have a poultry barn and a rabbit barn like they do in San Diego? The goofy looking odd breeds of chickens and other fowl used to just crack me up.

All the sheep looked exactly the same to me.

I forgot to ask the name of the breed. Anyone out there know???

Sheep auction.

The sheep up for bid went for $400.

I have no idea if that was a low or high price for a sheep.

It was fun to watch the teen age girls grooming the sheep.

It was so hot, I think the girls and the sheep both enjoyed getting wet.

Oh NO! Another poor gator being harassed in Utah!
People, people...get over it.
It is just a really big lazy lizard, OK?
Move along. There is nothing to see here...

Go get yourself a nice deep fat fried twinkie, or a deep fat fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich for heaven sake.

I was planning on getting a fried twinkie, but the line was so long and it was really hot out there in the sun so I skipped getting that treat.
I was disappointed that I couldn't find the deep fat fried butter stand. I really wanted to see that for myself.

I settled for a sno-cone. Lately I've been craving sno-cones for some reason.

And with that my day at the fair was over.
Time to head home and see how Bernie's fence turned out.
I found my car in the parking lot and headed south towards home.
Passing this along the way:

Wait a minute....



It's the 9th and 9th Street Fair! (you can even see the official 9th and 9th Street Fair tee shirt on the guy in the picture above. )
The street fair was being held on the Corner of 9th North Street and 9th East Street.
Naturally, I pulled over and took a look around.

Ohhhhh....shiny stuff!
I just love shiny stuff!

And sweet little babies.

And couch potato dogs, also known as rescued racing greyhounds. They were available for adoption.

Check out those toe nails on that lazy dog!

Greyhounds are really sweet, but I feel so fat around them.

(And by the way...the baby boy a few pictures back? That was a doll. An amazingly life like doll, hand made by a local woman. Even the skin felt real. For $250, I could have a fake out grandbaby. I got the woman's card, just in case. I'll give the newlyweds a couple of years, then I'll bug them, then if I have to, I'll give up, give the woman a call, and buy a doll.)

Seven 0'clock and at last I am home. The fence looks great! Just a little more to go and it will be all done. B. assured me that he checked to make sure the cats could easily climb under the fence. That was assured as several neighborhood cats swung by to make sure that feature was taken into consideration.

Tiggie was not consulted. After that last incident with the neighbor's boxer, he was not allowed outside while Bernie work.
He was miffed, you can tell.
Bernie was pooped, but still got the going on mowing the lawn.
I got going on dinner (fresh fruit-raspberries, peaches, figs, cantaloupe, with goat cheese and balsamic vinegar, lamb garlic mint sausages, cheese muffins and home grown tomatoes with basil. Yum!)

What a way to spend a day: facials, waxing, massage, State fair and street fair. I left the house at 11 am, and was home by seven.
Sadly I missed out on going to the Farmer's Market, and to the Symphony with Circus del Sol performance that evening.

As I get older, I find I just can't seem to get to do as many fun things in one day as I used to.

Last Weekend in Summer 2009: Artsy-Crafty

My next stop at the fair was the Arts and Crafts building. In San Diego I used to be totally wowed over the things people made.

Here...well, the Beehive State of Utah is a little different than the Golden State of California.

In Utah they make dancing cows sculpted from 700 pounds of butter...the butter having been re-cycled from the frozen cow sculpture of last year.
Wonder why the solid butter cows weren't also deep fat fried?
(Actually the cows were nearly life sized. Otherwise I am sure they would have been rounded up and fair food fried.)

The Dairy Association drove the point about butter sculpture home with this sign.

I did learn something new: 29 cups of milk are needed to make one cup of butter.

I suspect that ratio would vary with the kind of cow that was being milked.

(I learned a bit more about dairy cows at a later stop.)

Knowing it would be very hard to top dancing cows sculpted out of butter, I got a grip on myself and proceeded to look through the rest of the show. I'm glad I did: this pen fashioned from pretty pink marble was very cool.

Some one made an amazing kayak. The extra step to inlay the bird design and the opening border impressed me a lot.

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Now if I were given such beautiful stone, I confess my first impulse would not be to chip arrow heads out of it. I wonder if the artist was a Native American.

I also wondered if my cousin Casey still has the arrowhead that I found out in the desert while we were family camping when were kids. I traded the arrowhead for a blue glass bottle that he found. I think if I saw him again (and it has been well over 35 years since I have seen him...) I would ask if he wanted to trade back. That tiny arrow head barely an inch long. I'd have it made into a necklace now.

Can't you feel the love that went into this plastic canvas needle point doll house?

Would you rather have a needle point doll house created by your grandma or a wooden doll house created by your grandpa?

Please vote in the comments. I have a hunch I know the answer, but just want to check to see if my instincts are right.

This bed: Is it a "he wanted" and "she wanted" mix? I think it is amazing. Never would I have thought of combining classical looking frame with natural mesquite wood. I'll bet it is pretty darn romantic in that bed on a snowy night in a room lit by firelight.

A hand tooled leather saddle took Grand Prize. It was gorgeous work. It even smelled wonderful as I leaned close to get this picture

These jewelry Christmas trees have always fascinated me. Left over bits of jewelry combined to make a tree against a black velvet background, and sometimes tiny lights are even worked in to make it glow.

Kitchy, but I tend to be drawn and distracted easily by glitzy and shiny things.

Always have been, and hopefully I always will be. Glitzy shiny things are fun!

Now I wanted to know if a Native American made this...shooting the deer, skinning it, tanning the leather, sewing it, fringing it...making the horn. If it was some blond white guy making it it would still be interesting. I'd want to know why he was doing it...where he intended to wear it...and what if he got fat and couldn't fit it any more: would he make another one?

Question. I always have so many unanswered questions.

At first I didn't get the prize for this little painted plastic ornament.

Or this one. But then I read that people's names were attached to different colored cards, and could either be a professional crafter, an adult, a child, a senior, or mentally or physically disabled. that last classification was designated with a blue card behind the person's name.

It made me proud that the Utah State Fair intermixed all the levels together, and this person's work really was wonderful after all.

A wedding chest. The more I looked at it the more I liked it.

Apparently so did the judges.

Such a sweet and humble little doll.

I was charmed.

Over a quarter of the Arts and Crafts hall was dedicated to scrapbook pages.

Not a single hat was to be seen.

Eh...a few glances at the pages and I was on to my next stop at the fair.

To be continued...