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A Small Town Weekend

As I mentioned in Friday’s Random Five post, this past weekend was the Olden Days “festival” in our little town. And although the weather forecast was bleak, we actually had a very nice weekend.  The storms didn’t come until late Saturday afternoon, allowing most of the activities to take place under sunny to partly cloudy skies.

As in years past, the kickoff for the weekend was a free concert on the “town square” Friday evening by a local oldies band, The Rhondells. After waiting to decide exactly exactly what the weather was going to do, my friend, Donna, joined us.  A few minutes after she arrived, Liz, a former classmate of ours, who lives about an hour away, texted me to say that she and her husband were also there.  All of a sudden, it was an impromptu mini class reunion.

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Saturday morning, after breakfast with Motor Man, Donna and I took in the Farmers Market, Vintage Alley and classic car show on Main Street. The skies were overcast, but no rain.

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This “rat rod”  has an engine built by my  Motor Man.

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Donna met Santa:

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And tried her hand at being a car hop:

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My adventure began after purchasing this neat old wash tub at the vintage market.

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Now, you may think that I’m sitting on a picnic table in the above picture. But, actually, that was my transportation (after my wash tub purchase) back to where my car was parked.

It seems that gentleman has built a picnic table on wheels, and was providing a taxi of sorts for folks at Olden Days on Saturday. (I guess now I truly have ridden everything with wheels.)

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On our way to my car, someone told my driver that he needed to make his way down the street to the location where the kids’ bike parade was beginning.  They wanted him to LEAD the parade.   And he asked me if I’d like to ride. So we dropped off my wash tub at my car, and away we went. (No, I don’t have photos of that, because I’d left my camera with Donna.) And, since I’d taken off with a stranger driving a picnic table on wheels,  she was mighty worried when I took so long to return.

All in all, a fun weekend.  There’s just nothing quite like living in a small town.

~These Days Of Mine~