Holiday fun on the prairie
I don't know about the rest of you, but I had a fine time Saturday at the Western Wonderland Christmas celebration downtown. I saw some people I hadn't seen in a number of years and had some "remember when" conversations with them. I saw people I see all the time — one of the really pleasant things about living in a town this size. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
The chief cook and bottle washer at the Chuck Wagon supper in the senior center let me help in the kitchen and that was a big treat. Since I have never written of my cooking exploits, many of you may not know how disastrous I am at the stove or chopping block. I thought it was not only nice of her to be so considerate of my feelings, but quite brave as well.
I had bids on a couple of wreaths in the silent auction, but wasn't able to get to the high school for the last flurry of bidding so I only ended up with one. I had hoped to get one for each of The Daughters and one to hang on the front door of our warehouse. Well, it's not as if I didn't understand the process. When I expressed to The Mister my dismay at not being the high bidder on all my choices, he raised an eyebrow and asked if I had been paying attention during our 25 years in the auction business. Of course I wasn't about to admit to that so I just quit whining.
Several merchants said they were pleased with the traffic and sales. Lots of people said wonderful things about the entertainment of the cowboy poets. The parade was grand with more entries than I thought possible given the winter weather.
All in all, I thought the weekend was excellent. Well, except for those wreaths
— SUSAN MARSHALL
