Saturday, August 24, 2013

Hayward, WI (part 1)


When in Rome, visit the Vatican. When in Hayward, go
here to Scheers Lumberjack Show.
We were staying nearby the night before we could hear hoopin' and hollerin' from across the lake.


A little bit of competition. Red plaid vs Green plaid. Or Hayward against the other town.
A bit of a steep walk up the bleachers, but we were in the shade (hurrah).


What does Roman remember?
Lumberjacks drink Lemonade.
As the host explained,  after a hard day in the forests lumberjacks in these parts would often make their way to the bar, to drink...lemonade (it is a family show, after all). And when they drank a lot of lemonade they would get boastful about their exploits.  Thus lumberjack competitions were born.


Like logrolling.


Kerplunk.


Tee hee.


Cross cut sawing...



...by you guys! At 'halftime'


Official junior lumberjacks


Grandma Candy had the great idea of giving you some colored pencils and notebooks so you could draw what you did and show her when you got home. And you did more than I expected.
From Roman's notebook (spelling help from Mom and Dad.):


"Lumberjack Shows"

Roman might also remember that this is where he first got stung by a bee.
Which was later recorded by both Roman and Zoe in their journals. 
Roman's take:


"Bee Sting"
It was on the knee and happened while Dad was holding him.
The sequence of events: Zoe told me she had squashed or shooshed a bug. I didn't think much of it (although this is odd because she gets hysterical when she sees a bug, any bug). A few seconds later Dad is asking Roman what's wrong because he's shaking. Da bee, that Zoe had just waved off. Normally she sees a fly and she screams (shrieks) at the top of her lungs, but in this instance the bee didn't do it. Which was good because the bleachers were a bit treacherous and we only got up them by carrying you two up.

And Zoe's take:

"Roman cry. It's gust a stinger Roman"
Big tears. Orange hat, orange shirt and a MASSIVE bee.
Not even 5 years old. Thanks adult teachers in my little one's life.



And you left with a souvenir - a chunk of debris from the carnage that was the competition. Signed by the lumberjacks!




1 comment:

Grandma Jane said...

Oh, no. Little Roman's first sting. The kids were talking about bees stinging at our house. I told them I had only been bitten once as a kid. Doesn't happen often. Maybe he has used up his turn.