Did I mention in my last post that we were on vacation for TWO days? Well, that means that there was still one entire blog post to be squeezed out of that little excursion.
On our second day of rest and relaxation (ha!), we headed into the edges of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, where the Visitors Center/Farm Museum just happened to be hosting a Mountain Life Festival that day.
There were demonstrators everywhere, dressed in period clothes from early Appalachia, and doing everything from making sorghum molasses to blacksmithing something or other.
Ok, so maybe I’m not necessarily an expert in Appalachian history, but I do recognize an outhouse when I see one. R-T couldn’t wait to look inside to see if they had an old Sears & Roebuck catalog in there…
There wasn’t, but R-T was still amused. It doesn’t take much.
We all got sort of wrapped up in our different areas of interest on the old restored farm. Uber was fascinated by the antique organ (he has recently begun taking piano).
I was entertained watching someone besides myself slaving over a hot stove (woodstove, that is).
and R-T was thoroughly fascinated by watching whatever it is they do in a blacksmith’s shop.
But we had all sort of lost track of H-T. We figured he was having a blast immersing himself in history. Meanwhile, we checked out the barn, watched some primitive wood planing, and read up on the sorghum making process.
However, we still hadn’t seen hide or hair of H-T. Then finally, we all spotted him at once, happily stripping down sugar cane to prepare it for the sorghum, that would be churned by a bridled horse connected to a makeshift churning wheel.
If you look closely at the picture above, you will notice that H-T is eyeing the horse. That is because at precisely three seconds after this pic was snapped, the horse suddenly decided it didn’t want to be bridled and connected to the churning wheel, so it reared up and came within about one foot of clocking H-T right in the head!!! I’ve never seen a kid move so fast. His lightning-quick reflexes seriously saved that kid from lasting neurological damage.
It took me about an hour to recuperate from the “what-if” scenario. It took H-T about thirty minutes. The horse? Ah, he was fine and dandy in about five minutes, and churning that molasses as pretty as you please.
It really teed me off. I wanted to sidle up beside that hot-headed equine and give him a piece of my mind!! But all’s well that ends well, I suppose.
And even though I could’ve – – just to make things EXTRA competitive for Firefly Mom – - I refrained from taking a picture of the pile of horse poo. (Heck, I even refrained from taking a picture of MY poo following the horse incident).
That’s just the way I am. Always playing fair.