The Most Bestest Visit - Part 2

Sunday begins the same as all other days - morning chores.  The sheep and chickens come out and get ready to face the day.

It's still dim in the barn and Betsy, up in the rafters, has her headlights on.

Sunday includes church.  I love this place.  Small, friendly and sincere.  Sara plays the piano and has a knack for picking the exactly right hymns for the service.  No small feat with hundreds of choices in the hymnal and learning the week's message when you walk in the door.

After church we took a bit of a field trip to the farm that Rocky and Jared were delivered to last year. It was a great chance to see some of the lambs they produced and to see them, too.  First though, we stopped at yet a different farm to pick up two fleeces Sara needs to work with.  The LGDs (Livestock Guard Dogs) there were very fierce.

Then we were off to AnneMarie's place.  All the farms we went to have a perimeter fence that enclosed the yard and driveway so you never know what creatures might be wandering around besides the dogs.  In this case there were some very chatty young turkeys that came to greet us.

The head Border Collie was poised to herd them but no order was given so she just stood there .....waiting....watching......

"Wait!  Where's that one going??  They're supposed to stay together!"

We walked out into the pasture to see the flock.  You couldn't ask for a nicer place to lounge and just be a sheep.

Some of the youngsters were friendly to the shepherd but of course with us it was 'stranger danger' and they were wary and ready to beat feet.

Lovely sturdy lambs and everyone is clean and sleek.  What a great place.  The flock finally decided they'd had enough and took themselves down the hill farther into the pasture.

The LGDs here clearly sensed that Julie was ready to attack the flock so they cleverly hemmed her in so she couldn't do any damage.

And if you're a great big dog how do you get through the woven wire fence into the next pasture?

The rams were in a different pasture of course and less willing to let us approach.  Actually, I think the colored rams would have been fine but the white ram was having none of it and led them off.  There was no point chasing them so we just watched them move around the field.  They are clearly living the good life.

Returning home we were grateful to see that Betsy had been keeping a keen eye on everyone while we were away.

What a great vacation!  But fish and house guests start to smell after three days so we had one last morning cup of coffee on the porch.....

and headed back to New York.  Thanks, Crazy Sheep Lady - it was totally awesome!

Festival Time

But not a fiber festival.  This time it's the Strawberry Festival - the 135th - at the Canadice United Methodist Church.  This is the church I grew up attending.

This is the view from the family plot in the cemetary.  You can just barely see a glimpse of Honeoye Lake over the trees.  You used to be able to see it a lot better but they've grown.  I like that there are cows right next to the cemetary lawn.  Mom and dad were ahead of their time in that they chose to buy a headstone way before they thought they'd need it and have it set on their plot so it would be done.  People weren't exactly scandalized but they were a bit bewildered.  Then in a couple of years someone else followed suit and now there are several headstones already in place, waiting for the day they're needed.  Dad said mom mostly wanted an excuse to go shopping ;-)

My dad used to take great satisfaction (and wry amusement) from standing in the middle of the church and looking out a west window and seeing the house he was born in and then, without moving, looking out an east window and seeing his headstone in the cemetary.  Quite the allegory there. 

The Strawberry Festival is the one church event I always work at.  It doesn't feel like work to feed happy people and see friends you don't see very often. The church used to put on more dinners as fund raisers but they have been dropped as the years went by largely because putting these events on is awfully taxing especially to older members.  There was the roast beef dinner, the pancake supper, spaghetti supper, oyster supper, chicken barbeque and more.  The Strawberry Festival is "family style" meaning you sit and people bring you bowls of food until you're full.  We don't bill it as 'all you can eat' but that's basically what it is.  The menu is sliced ham, potato salad (made from scratch), copper penny carrots (scratch), baked beans (scratch), pickles, rolls, chili sauce (scratch) and coffee or lemonade.  The dessert is strawberry shortcake.  The biscuit is made from scratch and the berries are hulled, chopped and sugared at the church in the morning.  Much of the prep work is done in the church's kitchen in the days prior to the festival, such as baking all the shortcake biscuits.  Potatos are cooked and chopped along with onions and celery in members' homes and brought to the church for assembly into salad.  Other items like the baked beans are done in peoples' homes and brought in the afternoon.

The basement did not exist originally. Dinners used to be served on the third floor and the food was sent up on a dumbwaiter from the kitchen at the back of the church.  The building was hoisted in the early 1950s and a basement dug, foundation laid and then interior finished.  The kitchen was laid out following the recommendations from Cornell Cooperative Extension for ease and efficiency of use.  Ten banquet tables can be set for attendees while the sinks, stoves, cupboards, serving island, etc are off to the side.  A few years ago an anonymous donor paid for the installation of a small elevator so that people in wheelchairs or other mobility problems could get up and down without problems.

The younger folks set and bus the tables, the more seasoned members run the kitchen and handle the food and sit-down jobs are saved for those who most need to be sitting while working.  There is a large bake sale upstairs manned by people who work best off their feet.  When I was a girl I served coffee and lemonade to the tables, mom worked the serving island and dad washed dishes.  His hands were never so clean all year as the evening of the festival after having been in soapy water for six hours.  Besides all the prep work and actual serving of the meals, the whole endeavor has to be cleaned up and put away at the end of the day.   It used to be quite a mark of fortitude to work the festival and then show up at church the next morning.

We served just over 300 people plus packed up about 50 take out meals plus all the workers ate when the serving hours were over.  Ten years ago on the occasion of the 125th festival we had quite a write-up in the newspaper the day before and served over 600 that day!  We've had a lot of 'loaves and fishes' moments but have only really run out of a particular menu item once or twice.

There were some leftovers this year, so I don't have to wonder what I'm making for lunch
tomorrow ;-)