5 thoughts on “state fair”

  1. How do you feel the animals were treated and taken care of? The cows’ digs in your photo look a little sad to me. Any discussion of exile and oppression must include this sort of thing.

  2. Evie, all I can think as I read these posts each day is how utterly delirious Joyce would be to be following this journey, and how bruised I would be if I would be if I were beside her. I know that she would keep pounding on my arm telling me how wonderful this all is and how excited she was. I admit, it used to kind of drive me crazy when she did it about something either you or Spencer was doing but I understand. I wish I had someone to pound on! I am just loving being able to follow along with you. L, C*

  3. I HEAR AMERICA SINGING

    I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear;
    Those of mechanics–each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and
    strong;
    The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
    The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off
    work;
    The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat–the deckhand
    singing on the steamboat deck;
    The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench–the hatter singing as
    he stands;
    The wood-cutter’s song–the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning,
    or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
    The delicious singing of the mother–or of the young wife at work–or
    of the girl sewing or washing–Each singing what belongs to
    her, and to none else;
    The day what belongs to the day–At night, the party of young
    fellows, robust, friendly,
    Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. – WALT WHITMAN

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