Sunday, September 2, 2018

Home - and rain

Got home, with the trailer about 1:30 pm from Le Mars, IA where we were parked at the Plymouth County Fairgrounds since Thursday afternoon.  We had gotten alerts on our phone about strong storms and hail here in Clarinda last night, but Phyllis dumped only .1" of rain from the gauge when we got home.  However, when we got the trailer unloaded and I started to mow the lawn, it started to rain.  We got 2.3" of rain in less than an hour with the winds blowing the rain against windows on all 4 sides of the house/garage.  Still misting slightly now at 4:30 pm.

Phyllis caught me driving (since she doesn't when we have
the trailer hooked onto the pickup)

Shot of high buildings in Omaha.

An unusual classic car.  When we first pulled into this
gas station he had the gas hose into the trunk.  

Couple of shots of the "Art" on I-80/I-29 in Council Bluffs.














Phyllis sitting by couple who live in Minnesota Les & Marion
Vanderwerf, and have, some winters, spent time in Kenwood RV Park in Texas

Guy in the center is "Wee Willy" out of his "Wee Willy" getup
accompanying Terry Smith

We always enjoy the Kenaston family.  Gal in center is sister
to guy on right, who is married to main gal on left.

Les & Marion Vanderwerfs from Minnesota and Bob & Margaret Henning
from Missouri, watching a show with Phyllis.

Having Ice Cream at the Wells Blue Bunny Ice Cream Parlor
in downtown Le Mars, IA

Having Ice Cream at the Wells Blue Bunny Ice Cream Parlor
in downtown Le Mars, IA




Eating some bean soup (in foreground) gotten from that
big pot in the background at the Tipi

"Wee Willy" as a "friend" of Wee Willy





This couple danced most all the time they weren't mopping their
foreheads with a towel or sitting in front of a battery-powered fan.

This couple sang old cowboy songs from Gene Autry
and Roy Rogers, etc.

I think this fellow looks like the cook on the old Wagon Train shows


Mary Channer Paul and Dale Eichor in the center.



Some of the buildings on this large Plymouth County Fairgrounds

Some of the buildings on this large Plymouth County Fairgrounds
The one in the center was labeled as the Church and performers
stood in it and performed to the seats to the right of it -- sometimes not too many people.



This fella slipped in to accompany many groups
or singers with his collection of harmonicas.

This fella is 89 years old - from Wyoming, had to be helped on and off
the stage, but could still sing and play the fiddle.

This fella did all Burl Ives songs




An American Indian performer with his niece




Two guys on the right are Bobby Darin's brothers.
I don't have names to these pictures right now, but by getting the time-stamp from the photo and checking the schedule I hope to label them all soon.  Counting the Church area and the Tipi area, there were 10 total stages and, of course, we didn't get to hear all the performers who were there but enjoyed them all.  On Friday we left our trailer about 9:30 am and didn't get back to it until after 10 pm.  We did drive uptown to hear one group perform at an art center and ate lunch before returning to the grounds, though.  On Saturday we left the trailer a little after 9:00 am and other than returning to the trailer for a lunch just after 1 pm we were at the stages until 10:00 pm that night.  
Overall, the festival was poorly attended.  They are loosing money and will not be able to put it on next year, probably combining it with  the Rural Roots Music Gathering & Crafts Festival on the First full weekend in October at Christensen Field House in Fremont, NE  With somewhere between 450 and 500 performers/and/or groups spread around the 10 stages, there were some times there were only 10 to 20 people in the audience.


GROANER’S CORNER:(( When I was married, my wife used to call me handsome. As a matter of fact, we are now divorced but she STILL calls me handsome. Every time I have some money, she says, HANDSOME OVER.

Lynn

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