Friday, September 18, 2009
It has been over 30 years since I've shown a goat at the fair. When I was a just a wee goat girl my mom (or hers) would drop Sara and me off at the front gate and then pick us up around 12 hours later. Oh the fun we had. I have fond memories of the Puyallup Fair grounds and all the trouble we could have gotten into but somehow always got out of. What my mother doesn't know can't hurt her.
So when Cora Belle and I decided to tag along with the goatfarmer to the fair this year it was a trip down memory lane. The smells, the food, and the dairy whites.
I knew that the competition would be very hard to beat so I decided that all I wanted to do was not come in last. Oh I can be competitive all right and practiced a little and gave Cora Belle a bad haircut and bath but didn't want to even think I'd win anything. I was even heard saying that I didn't ever want to come to the fair and care about winning. Nor would I walk around with a bored expression and an attitude. I was here for the scones.
So no one was more surprised than I when the judge awarded Cora Belle first in her very competitive class of doelings. No one was more surprised than I when the judge pointed at Cora Belle to be the Grand Champion doeling. I rushed over to the goatfarmer, who was looking quite pleased, and said in an excited voice,
"I wonder how many I beat?"
After all these years I find myself back where I started. A lot has changed in 30 years. The goats have gotten bigger and the scones smaller but the feeling of winning a blue ribbon at the state fair is still very much alive in this 50 year old goatgirl.
I was very jealous when I saw the above license plate but the owner was much more a girl than I am. I coveted it so bad she told me that if it were to be stolen she would know where to come.