Last month was definitely the coolest July temperature
wise) that I ever remember. 28, 29 and
30 were hot. Yesterday was nice and
cool, but extremely windy. It is the second
time I recall an Oregon wind knocking me into a coma. It could have been a
combination of the wind and the allergy pill I had taken to knock out the huge amount of smoke from
the fireworks.
The three hottest days were also the three days that were
used for Myrtle Creek's celebration.
They have been doing this for 30 years now. I believe they started the tradition on July
27 - or perhaps that's the day that Myrtle Creek was founded as a city. But I don't know what year. The celebration of summer festival takes
place on the last weekend in July.
I did not take as many pictures this year as I had last
year. Jenna had been quite bummed for
having missed the fireworks on July 4 this year. We said we'd take her to the festival this
year to see the fireworks. We went on
Saturday. We had Jenna's friend, Sierra,
with us. The girls had fun.
Roland and I spent the majority of the evening at the pavilion
listening to music. I really wanted to
dance, but Roland did not. Jenna and I
would move our hands and feet to the music.
Just after we were asked to raise our hands during "shout" an
old lady that had been up near the stage made her way back to where I had been
sitting and held her hands out to me so that I would get up and dance with her.
I went up front to dance with her - though I had a hard
time keeping up. She may have looked
older, but she danced as if she was in her 20's. I noticed Jenna and Sierra had followed me
and Jenna reached down to pick up items as they dropped to the floor. When the dance was over, the old woman
escorted me back to the chair. Roland
asked me why I had danced with that "drunk" - and couldn't I smell
the alcohol on her breath? I have lost
my sense of smell and hadn't realized that she was drunk, though it actually
made sense. I had fun regardless.
Happy Birthday, Myrtle Creek.
