When the Fair comes to town.

 

 1950 film

Summer had come at last and along with it the annual County Fair. It was hot as an oven every week when the Fair came to town. Fields stretch out in swathes of green ripening corn and for moments the world was ripening as well. Life was green when the Fair came to town.

Just the word Fair showed teenagers how being young could explode in a burst of hormones and lust. Culture in a rural society held the belief that the young must have their youth.

The week wiped away all thoughts of poverty and let the community enjoy the stars and lights of the carnival for that one week.

The Fair! 

Giggling girls sashayed along the thoroughfare of carnival delight while nervous boys stood awkwardly nearby, smoking stolen cigarettes. Secret glances and nods led to soft hands and memories of love in the summer.

When the fair ended, some of the young still held hands, leading to families gathering to support the multiples of couples in marriage and the births that came a few months after the fair.

Decades of Fairs passed by, leaving love and babies behind. The heat of summer left and came back again. There would always be the Fair. 

 

The italicized words are from the most recent of Wednesday Words challenge which can be found at River . Go to this site to see what other bloggers have done with these words.

How does the FIFA begin?

  

We were never American footfall fans.  During the Super Bowl, we ate guacamole and chips with the best of them.

My husband specifically chose our college simply because he might get on the soccer team It was a small Midwest college and the coach saw that John was coming from Switzerland which he thought meant a good player. Not so, but John did play from the bench most of the time.

So now the FIFA World Cup is in full swing! We watch it, listen to it, and enjoy it. It may not be important to everyone what country wins, the joy is there.  

But how do these talented muscular players start off? Or of any sport start off?

With a lot of work, this happens:

 

Happy children, smiling! 

 There is this as part of the beginning: 

It starts off with the parents, those amazing people who take the future sports heroes to training, then to games, and then on to their futures.

Betrayed and stolen

 

It wasn’t until his fifth venture up into Granddad’s attic that Jackson discovered a burlap covering a satchel, knowing instantaneously what it contained.  The randy old man had told him about a battered bag that held purloined jewelry from his younger days.

“Jest you be sure, lad, that yer Granny never sees what else is inside…”  So Jackson pawed through jeweled rings, necklaces and minute lockets, until he found a crumpled letter. 

 

 “You scoundrel! You ran away with everything I held dear…” and some other words he dare not read.  “Damn your unfaithful heart!   Sincerely, your aggrieved and betrayed, Mary Dent…”

Hmmm, Jackson pondered as he closed up the satchel.  Mary Dent? Aunt Mary Dent? Granny’s sister? Hmmmm...more to the old man than I knew.....

This was a Wednesday Word challenge from 2014. The underlined words provided are meant for bloggers to choose and then stir into an interesting combination. 

Closing the Door

  

 

 deadly palace of drezewodd

The last remaining of his family, that is who Charles was. It was eerie to be the last and only heir.

The old structure had once been something from folklore complete with all the luxury of the wealthy would have. Now, it was just a target for dust, mites, and rats. The opulent niceties had been chewed away, right down to the silken cushions, once so important.

Charles gazed dispassionately at the fancy bits purchased by his ancestors had been inaccessible for him to see but not touch.

 

The facts were simple. This monument, once dedicated to the opulence of centuries of elitism, was scheduled to be razed after a massive number of collectors descended on it to strip whatever remained inside this wreck.

Charles returned to the door laughing as slammed it shut. The empty shell sighed in clouds of dust, hordes of screaming, skittering rats could be hea

   

facades revealed 

The italicize word are from Wednesday Word challenge to encourage bloggers to write something, good or not, to share. This was to stretch their skills. This was an invitation that I truly enjoy. Other writing gems can be found at Drifting through life

 
The word LUXURY is unique for this piece of life story because I had trouble typing it and asked husband John how to spell it. And then I had a stroke, yup, I sure did. Ambulance, ER trip, test and such, admitted to ICU for three days. A TIA diagnosis later and now home, I opened this and finished the story. I just wanted to see if I could make my fingers and brain work in sync. So far, okay.