It was time to break free. I needed to run away and this seasonal changehere in Pennsylvania, offered the best place to go. It's time for theBloomsburg Fair.
I don't know if you can call it running away since it is only an hour awayfrom my home. But once I cross through "Gate 5" and enter the fair grounds,I cross over into another world. The loudspeaker offers background musicbarely audible over the sounds of people talking, carnival game huckstersand food venders vying for your attention. I belong here. I don't know ifI have it in my blood or not, but I always wanted to have a small food standand travel in my off season from fair to fair selling goodies.
Perhaps one day. It certainly isn't a priority in my life. Perhaps itshould be.
After I'm there a while I need to get away to a quiet spot on the fairgrounds. Most of the time I can find that any where the farm animals arekept. They need the quiet. Milk production goes down in the dairy barns Iam told if there is too much ruckus. So I go there to find peace with thecows, goats, horses, pigs and yes, the turkeys. Some would think I would bevery much at home with the turkeys. You'd think being this close to"Thanksgiving" they'd be a little on edge, but they are not.
It was in the dairy barn where I found my oasis this time. I so admire theyoung folks who tend to farm animals. I think they have a greaterappreciation for life. They participate in it firsthand. I've watched ayoung boy help bring a calf into the world and I have seen a young girl walkher prize cow through the line of animals for sale, knowing that her job isdone and it's time for it to leave home. It must be difficult.
I had the pleasure of speaking with a young teenage farm girl at rest today.
"You look so comfortable," I said to her.
"Oh I am," she said. "Life makes it comfortable for me."
"You mean being a farm girl?"
"No, Life! That's the name of my cow," she said smiling as she stroked thecow's side.
"I thought they called cows 'Betsy' and 'Elsie.' Why did you call her'Life'?"
"I discovered life again here. It was the only sensible name that came tomind," she said. "I had been raised in the big city and really hated it.Then we moved to the country. Kinda running away from it all. I think myparents called it a mid-life crisis," she said, laughing.
"Boy, I can relate to that. I've been in one since birth," I said.
"How incredible. You know I write stories and I am always trying to getpeople to embrace life. To wake up each day expecting the best from it.But they all too often go to bed with so much bad stuff in their soul and ontheir mind that they wake up miserable and expect it to only get worse fromthere. All too often it does, just because that's all they choose to see inthat otherwise perfectly beautiful day," I told her.
"That's too bad. They need to see a cow born, a chicken hatch. I guessthey need to wake up early and hug Life!" she said, laughing.
"When was the last time you hugged Life?" she asked me.
"I am sorry to say even I have had trouble doing that lately," I said.
"Come here!" she said.
Then standing up and stepping aside she said "Go ahead...hug Life!"
I paused for a moment and dropping all thoughts of looking silly, I did. Ihugged a cow.