For teachers, it’s always one of those landmark days. On the Monday night before Tuesday, I never could sleep. Is it nerves? Is it excitement? Who knows?
Labour Day weekend always featured a couple of things.
The Labour Day Classic in football! It was the one day of the year that I ditched my Montreal Allouettes and cheered for both the Toronto Argonauts and the Hamilton Tiger-Cats. Could you hope that they would both lose? <grin>
And, on the days previous, the consequences of marrying a farm girl – going to the Harrow Fair.
It’s the fully monte.
A midway (with the teacups), an outdoor concert setting with planks on bales of straw for seating (best concert was The Wilkinsons a few years ago), checking out the new farm equipment, bossy bingo, and then the animals.
We could pass all the horses, cows, pigs, goats, … just to get to the Banty Hens. And, the stories about hens would just flow from her youth. The cool thing though are the various colours and decorations on the hens. They’re worth the price of admission by themselves.
We have our annual quiz as I ask her what each of the Hs in 4H stand for. She’s always able to quickly give me 3 of the 4. I enjoy going through and looking at the arts and crafts submitted by students from the local schools.
Then, there are the games on the midway and the very unhealthy food choices. We’d enjoy them all.
Sadly, all of this is out of bounds this weekend. The Fair did host a Parent calling contest, socially distanced of course, earlier this week but that’s about it.
It will be a far different Labour Day weekend and Labour Day. But, for the good of all, I hope that everyone remains healthy.
Happy Labour Day.