"Ceresco Days"

Remember the good old days of summer. We longed for survival. Getting out of school is one of a youths growing spurts. Financially vacationing abroad or locally saving grace. Anyway weekend fiascos begin with festivals, reunions, farmers markets, garage sales. Campers retreat. Of course first we need to compile our activities to advertise our communities accomplishments. A palisade of week-end events to keep your motor running. We invite our fire fighters union to a game of thrones water ball hose fights. The water overhead so forceful and the team so devoted to winning. Despite the fact of the fire hydrants working order. The parade of crowned recipients The church bingo and pie contest. The roped off street dance. Polka, a little bit country and the king rock-n-roll. Disc jockeys do accommodate but a fabricated band who enjoys hours of dedications would employ a more festive Congregational. Those slow dances with the moonlit night. You cannot be without a beer garden and the hours of operation. The hotdogs with everything but the kitchen sink. Baseball and softball tournaments. Swimming pool to cool air spring diving. We travelled from one suburbia to another. Meet new folk and become postal mail. We get great ideas for our town. Riding bicycles was the best thing to a car ride. Independence and you could always adjust the fly. Don't forget your colored spokes and noise clackers (cards) in the spokes. You can settle for do- gooder horn blowing on the handle bars. With my expertise I learned the sort of mechanically riding my bike with no hands. Kind of like a unicycle. Balance was the key. I'm free. That feeling. I had some falls, scraped knees and sprained ankles but I just got up and brushed the dirt right off and got right back on again. Besides who and where is my rescue. We didn't have cell phones then. It made life more mysterious and spontaneous. The wonder works of firecrackers. Later in the evening the extravaganza Fireworks. Let's not forget ice cream. We all scream for ice cream. I finally retrieved a recipe for old fashioned vanilla and found an OK wooden bucket like you make hooch, whisky. The cranking machine fit nicely inside. The churning took some time as patience for the real stuff. The Ice cream salt poured around the packed ice in the barrel and you can just hear the cracking as you turned the old crank spinning the tubular chamber of creme around and around. At any event you took turns as to strengthen your arms to make that desire. No electric then. But once it froze I was first in line. Nobody gets my share of homemade ice-cream. The dairy queen was always second best. First place was your own remedy. Seems like there was never enough to go around. Reminding me of the collection of objects to sell. As you well know junk is another's mans treasure. I too have to advertise this sport. Start on Thursday and end on Saturday. What goes goes. Compile all the leftover on Sunday and set aside for a contributed association. A very delightful time and despite all the hard work put forth. People come from all over. Locally neighbor's and community. But for some its a rally. A little cheerleading and bidding incorporated. Make me an offer. There's not a price on here. Will you come down on this. I tell you I need a good cup of coffee. Using my sells techniques I'll bring out the bigger stuff later. I'm just getting started. By Sunday I need a day off. Believe it or not I have a lot of room for that new dreamt hot tub. Island in the kitchen with a bar. Clutter with no tomorrow. We have an Estate Sale around the corner old Mr. Palmer died and I'm amused to my treasure. I love these sales you get to go inside and explore. Go from one room to another. I always find something. If they don't have anything I do try to honor there sale by buying something small. I'm going to an Auction on Sunday so full of energy. Remember to be on time if you want that special nugget. You can scout the grounds of artifacts and get a number used to bid. It goes fast. I always enjoy the volume of the auctioneer. You can really get a bargain. But the atmosphere is reluctant to let you in. Never know what someone wants. Some lasts until lunch and some run all weekend. Mom and pops never had so many collectibles, antiques for the western civilization. I got to get out to the sporting goods store to purchase some water fun toys. Some like the aquatics like jet skis and trailer. The license at the court house. Got to have gas and extra. Reading the map for a nearby trading facility to purchase petro if we would run out. The simple minded rubber rafts. A two seated preferably. We can get a modular six man craft. The canoes and wake boards. The list goes on. Life jackets, sizes and six or twelve. You are going to have to take turns. The camper it needs a new canopy. Battery life on flashlights. The generator is still packed away. Airing the entire complexity. Do we need new equipment for the inside burners. Checking on the two slide outs. Choosing the hot camping spot were off into longevity's relaxation. There seems to be s theme park within a mile or two so enjoy a day of quiet surrender. Finally a little fishing and camping to exploitation. Coming upon August, we must begin our retreat of back to school shopping. Everyone is so unique and conquistador. Watching the sale ads for the hottest brand. Gotta be cool. Staying in fashion is such a crowd pleaser. But who's wallet do you use? I know I'm off to the early morning farmers market. I am to die for the beef stake tomatoes, slicing and some good cherry. Zucchinis, cantaloupes watermelon acorn squash, special canned goods. I walk along swinging my basket back and forth to pick out my wonder and reminiscent what a summer I've had. I always remember to stop by a find a new vespure. I am checking out now as I'm off to a reunion in Copperfield Park. I do want to commence my summer.