Small Town Life

I'm still buzzing from the Frog Festival. The organizers, one of which is my lovely spouse, put in a great deal of time to make the event successful.
We arrived yesterday at 5:30 a.m. and vendors were already arriving to set up booths. By 7 a.m. the pandemonium began. I had my doubts that all the trucks, vans and SUV's would be off main street before the gates opened, but they were.
Shortly thereafter the aroma of ribs cooking over an open fire. One booth was cooking up funnel cakes and another, fried catfish. I walked around shooting pictures for the Frog Festival website. The guys cooking the catfish called me over to test the first batch of fried catfish. I started to give them my Visa card, set up camp, and eat myself into a stupor but I had pictures to take.
After The Overalls finished performing it was lunchtime so Steve, Jilda and I headed up the street to get a BBQ rib sandwich. We got a wad of paper towels and sat in the shade on the grass and ate what might be the best ribs I've ever eaten. The only thing that could have possibly made it better would have been a nap after stuffing my face. But alas, I had to take more pictures.
All in all it was a beautiful day. I will include a link for you to view the pictures, but I also wanted to include in this post what Jilda wrote, in a letter to the editor, about the event.
A Good Ol' Day in Sumiton
by Jilda Watson
Saturday October 4th, 2008 was a good old day. If you are of one of those folks who find themselves wishing for and dreaming of the good old days, if you long for the day when you walked down the street and your neighbor smiled at you, when it was safe for children to walk the sidewalk, if you dreamed of a town where the people were not embarrassed or afraid to show their love for God and country, where soldiers were remembered and respected, where young and old, people of every color and faith, well to do and not so well to do, walked the street without fear, where BBQ, fried fish, fried pies, and snickers and fresh lemonade flowed like milk and honey, where dulcimers, candles, wind chimes, and frogs of every kind were made with much love, where the music and talent seemed to ooze from the streets themselves, then you should have been at the 2008 Frog Festival in Sumiton, Alabama. For the third year, there was a place in Walker, County where time stood still, a place where we could all look back in a few years, and remember a good old day.
Click below to go to the website.
The Frog Festival