My family and I don’t have a lot of traditions, but as long as I can remember I have been going to the oregon country fair in Veneta, Oregon. It happens once a year during the second week of July. It is always on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The fair consists of hundreds of booths filled with delicious snacks, handmade goods, and other sorts of crafts. My grandmother created the booth Glamarama, when Country Fair first started in 1969. My booth is a hair braiding/face painting booth, which I absolutely love. My mom and about four other close friends face paint and my aunt and two other women hair braid. I have been learning to face paint from my mom since I was young, and I have always thought it was so beautiful. I just recently was able to paint in the booth since my skills have developed. Face painting is very rewarding because you get to connect with friendly strangers, and paint beautiful designs onto them. I have been to fair every year of my life, creating life long friends that I anticipate seeing the whole year up to fair. I think that the atmosphere is what I love the most. Everyone is happy and …show more content…
Something that makes our booth unique is the gorgeous tapestries and colorful decor we like to put together. It helps to inspire us as artists and creates a good atmosphere for customers. The other face painters have carts and usually try to rush the process but luckily we have a large area for our customers to sit down and relax. The ground is covered in yellow hay, the ceiling is a large white parachute, and every other inch is filled with vibrant colors. The back of the booth is similar to the front, but has a small kitchen made over a large tree that had fallen many years ago. We decorate and work around the nature that is already there, to set up a cozy home for the twenty or so people that stay yearly. This is where we relax and get rocked to sleep by the music that play throughout the
They say laughter is good for the soul, and fun is always good when well spent with family and friends. Imagine going around in a dizzy circle, laughing and crying at the same time because you’re dropped from over 20 feet in the air, because truth be told, what’s a fair without rides? While pigging out on fair foods and winning small prizes are fun, the fair has so much more to offer and here are a few attractions you don’t want to miss.
When visiting the McKissick Museum I was engrossed by the American Folk Art, ceramic Face Jugs, also known as ugly or grotesque jugs. There are gaps in the history in regards to how the face jugs were made, what they were used for, and the meaning of the face vessel pottery. However it is believed that these vessels were original, useful, creative expressions of the African slave culture of the time created as early as the seventeenth century. Few artists of face jugs have been identified and their inspirations for producing the vessels are not completely known. According to Hirst, it is believed that this art form originated in Edgefield County South Carolina, from African slaves who worked on the plantations as potters. They worked on these jugs after work and it’s believed that they were a product of the heritage and tradition from Africa and held a spiritual connection for the potters. Hirst also stated that, Dave Drake, a slave and employee of a pottery factory is the only known producer to ever be allowed to sign and put the date of manufacture on some of his face jug work.
The gallery is sectioned off into three different open rooms. The first room that I went into was all paintings by Rodney Burlingame. I enjoyed many of his paintings that were on display. Some of the pieces that I enjoyed were “Last Day of Vacation”, “Alone on the Beach”, “Tipping the Fiddler”, “Follow Your Dreams”, and “Amish Kids”. I liked these pieces because they were either really detailed or just simple. For example, “Tipping the Fiddler”, Burlingame uses many details, but little use of color. He makes sure that people can see every single detail of the painting. The setting of the painting is a worn out downtown that has graffiti on the buildings. There is a boy that is seen tipping the fiddler as a woman is walking on by. This painting is really detailed unlike “Follow Your Dreams”. In the painting “Follow Your Dreams” there is a woman walking her dog past a building with the words, “Follow Your Dreams”, graffiti on the building. There is not much of anything else in the painting except for a payphone and part of another building with some more graffiti on it. Clearly these two paintings were meant to be settled in an old-worn out downtown to show that some places are not being taken care of and that it is okay to follow your dreams. I noticed as I walked around in this room that Burlingame must like to use ac...
Wind howling, heavy breathing, spikes clicking on the ground, coach’s yelling. The most intense race of the season. The wind was very powerful for this course on the Tell City Country Club through these enormous green hills of the golf course. Dead grass and brown leaves were blowing nonstop. All nine of the schools slowly started walking up to the starting line. Everyone was looking at each other while representing their own school with showing their school color off with pride. There were three teams total that knew that would be an extremely close score. My team and I stood in our red jerseys knowing that we were going to be the ones to win. I could feel the jitters going through my body. Boom!(personification) The gun went off. Nothing
I chose an interesting artwork; Octopus Mom, a drawing that is displayed in the CityArts Factory in Orlando. The drawing is of a woman with eight arms in the form of an octopus. Octopus Mom has objects in each one of her eight arms, these objects included a belt, duster and an infant child. The drawing is in a wooden frame and is surrounded around a room full of aquatic drawings. The Octopus Mom was in the aquatic gallery; which was one of seven galleries, this gallery included fish and mermaid portraits, a jelly fish projection and fish tanks with real fish. Octopus Mom portrays the limitless capabilities, independence and nurturing nature of mothers.
“A horse can do anything you train it to do”, my dad used to say; indeed, it’s true. I had been training racing horses for a while now, but this horse and this race was something different. My horse suffered from a small ankle injury and was due to race in 3 weeks. To prepare him for this race, I took him to the vet to get checked, I fed and trained him every day and finally the day of the race, I put all my trust in him and waited for the outcome.
“When people arrived in the morning on the 17th there was a display of horses, cattle and farm products” (Drury 807). “The first Montgomery County Agricultural Fair was held in Dayton at Swaynie’s Hotel on East First Street October 17th and 18th, 1839” (Drury 807). 1853, the state fair was held on Washington Street, the same year the county fair was held there (Drury 807) then in 1874, “the Southern Ohio Fair Association began having fairs on the Montgomery County Fairgrounds for fifteen years” (Drury 808). This set the stepping stone for many fairs in the years in counting. When individuals see the Montgomery County Fairgrounds today, it is seen as just being a place where random fairs or talent shows are held at. Not knowing its history, one could be right. Much has changed on the Montgomery County Fairgrounds; from its architecture to the people that now visit it.
When I had first walked into Meeting Street as school was being dismissed, I couldn’t help but notice the smiles of the children, as they were each being escorted by their own private nurse. Every child I passed waved hello to the best of their ability even though some may not have had full motor skills in their hands. After walking in I had been instantly greeted upon my arrival with great hospitality from the employees. I was fortunate enough to interview Ashley DeSimone, the Marketing Manager of Special Events, at Meeting Street, who from the minute I had shaken her hand treated me like part of their “family”. One of the first things I had asked Ashley was “What makes you different than other schools in the area that provide the same services
On November 11, 2017, I had a volunteer of the Kalamazoo holiday parade. Working behind the scene of the parade was a really fun and freezing experience. My job as a volunteer was a line-up person, which means I had to direct people to their section of where they going to line up according to the parade roster. While directing different floats, groups, and organization to their designated area; my friend told me it was a guy at the information booth doing sign language with a woman next to him. I had gotten so excited and nervous at the same time because I suddenly forgot everything I learn about sign language. My friend suggested I should go over there and sign to him asking him what group and section he is in for the parade. I was so nervous
Valley Fair offers me a day of no worries. Once I walk into the park, all my worries drift away. Whenever my family goes to Valley Fair, I let myself forget all my worries and fears for a day. I do not care what my future holds, but care only about what I am doing at that point in time. Valley Fair is my haven!
The day has come. The one day that you absolutely need to bring your A-game. The day that can determine your employment status for the upcoming summer or, even scarier, your life after college. It is time for the Career Fair. Even as a freshman, attending the Career Fair is a valuable learning experience, because you can practice talking to recruiters and, hopefully, get a job shadow or internship for the upcoming summer. This is how I thought the Career Fair was going to go, but I was proven wrong.
It is Thursday, August 24th, the opening day of the Minnesota State Fair. I am here with my family, a friend and his mom, and one of my sister’s friends. It seems so long since last year’s fair. I always look forward to the state fair, even though it’s pretty much the same every year.
The intense stares of people could be seen as we all walked up to the judging table. The only sounds heard, was the distant bleating of sheep, and the clucking of chickens. As I took a few deep breaths, I was now trembling. This was it. This was the Spring Livestock Show. My eyes slowly met those of my parents amongst the crowd. I felt my cheeks get hot, as if I had seen my crush. The judge finally reached my cage and said, “ Good Morning.” After realizing I had been spoken to, I roughly choked out, “ I’m Great.” He took my rabbit out of the cage, and continued to examine him. As my rabbit was placed back in the cage, I let out a sigh of relief, as I hoped for this all to be over.
The three different activities I like is bicycling, camping, and hiking. I got interested in camping because, you get to see the outdoors, and see the stars, and eat burnt marshmallows. This is very fun. Also, because this is a group activity. I also got interested in hiking because, it keeps you in shape, and its just plain fun and it is a dual activity. I got interested in bicycling because, you get to travel around in it, and it keeps you in shape, and it is very fun. And, because it is an individual activity.
Project after project, week in, week out, I came home bearing one more useless, awful testament to bad taste and craftsmanship. Mum would be gently supportive – with kind words such as “why don’t you give this to Nana for Christmas?” Or in other words “I never want that hideous toilet roll cover in my house again.” Dad wad not quite so understanding. My skills with the paintbrush were often criticised, as I had not used a ‘polyglaze’ or a ‘neutral undercoat’ or a ‘size 12 brush’. Although the $7 a week had produced some memories of gluing too many sequins on my photo frame, or never being able to paint flowers quite right, the time had come for me to give my craft club days away. Forever.