Yesterday was our church’s second annual Fall Festival, and a good time was had by all. Everything was bigger this year – more vendors, more visitors, and more reenactors.
The festival was opened – and closed – with a BOOM from a pre-Civil War cannon. The reenactors who brought it said that is the oldest known anti-aircraft weapon. It was used to shoot down an observation balloon early in the American Civil War. Some swell, huh?
To save his poor feet, The Squire did tours/explanations of the artifacts in the narthex and the interior of the church. I walked miles doing the outside, showing the locations of High Street, Low Street, and points in between. I thought I’d wore decent colonial-style shoes, but by the end of the first tour, my toes were aching. One of the Boy Scout mums offered me a pair of tennis shoes to wear and that was a blessing! Not exactly Colonial, but what the heck! They saved my feet!
We came home, scrambled a couple of eggs, watched the most recent showing of Young Sheldon, which The Squire had recorded Thursday night, and fell into bed. I don’t remember saying my prayers, and I woke up in the same position I had when I lay on the bed! Tired? Moi? Nah.
One of the ladies at church had her cellphone out this morning, checking posts to the parish Facebook account. She was reading one out loud, posted by a gentleman who said the docent was well-versed in Joppatowne history.
Except she read it as donut!
This is why doctors check ten year old children for cholesterol and high blood pressure.
This sign was originally out on the main highway, and remained there until about ten years ago, when some sort of landscaping was done. The highway department took it down and was going to trash it, until the church asked if it could be saved.
While North Carolina took a real beating, Charleston avoided the worst of the weather, and Eldest Daughter’s neighbourhood hardly even got any rain.
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