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||Fun at the Faire....
Fun at the Faire
Every year I say
ďnot againĒ and every year I find myself there again. It isnít
that I canít resist the advertisements, or that I actually want to
go, or even that my arm is being twisted or Iím suffering from undue
Somehow, when May comes around and itís time for the local
renaissance festival, my memory plays tricks on me. I think maybe they
put something in the water that makes me forget. The weekend comes, I
forget that Iím not going, and there I am again.
My grandson loves to go, that probably has a lot to do with it too.
What kid wouldnít love it? Magicians, escape artists, sword-fighting
pirates, fire eaters, dueling knights in armor, itís the kind of
storybook place that lets fantasy go wild.
I like these things too; donít get me wrong. Itís just that after
a whileÖ well, Iíve seen it all before and itís always pretty
much the same. Of course, they do have this really good food. Iím
partial to the ďleg of fowlĒ, or as we common folk call it, fried
leg of turkey.
Besides turkey, they also have kettle corn. I canít resist kettle
corn. Even though the popcorn smell blended with the smell of dung
from the camels across the path, I couldnít stay away from the
kettle corn booth. I took my popcorn elsewhere before eating it,
In addition to the strange medieval wearing attire and crafts that are
featured in the booths, they also sell a lot of unusual trinkets and
baubles that I have a hard time resisting. I told myself ďno
jewelryĒ this year. But, I could look, couldnít I? It doesnít
cost anything to look.
And thatís how I ended up with the tiger-eye necklace... just
looking. But it was really an unusual piece and such a good deal!
Besides, I had to do something to pass the afternoon besides watch the
laundry wenches frolic, and it wasnít time for the fire eater yet.
Okay, so I went to see the fire-eater. I donít know how he does it
without burning his insides out, but he does. Not only do I not know
how, I also donít know why. He must have a recessive pyromania gene
that makes him want to play with fire. Don't try this at home, kids.
My grandson kept returning for additional funds until I found out he
was spending the money on renaissance versions of games of chance, not
hotdogs. He really wanted a stick tossing game, which they did not
have this year. They did have bow and arrow set, however. Good grief!
And I was worried about stick tossing games being dangerous?
By the time the knights were ready to duel, I was ready to go, but I
didnít want to miss out. Unfortunately, the fire walkerís show was
at the same time. Decisions, decisions. Who could resist knights in
shinning armor participating in games for the honor of the queen?
Violent as it may be, it is still probably the most interesting event
Now Iíll grant you that there are some very weird folks running
around in the woods in very weird costumes. Not all of them are
festival re-enactors either, many of them are supposedly the audience.
However, Iím not sure they look a whole lot more bizarre than the
gentle folks at the steeplechase race with their silly sundresses and
hats -- all horsed up for the horse races, with white flesh hanging
out everywhere, making pictures for the social section of the
But I digress.
At least the people at the Renaissance Faire know they are acting
Copyright 2007 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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