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Country Music and Ankle Tattoos

I made my husband stop so I could get out and take this picture. (g)

We were on our way to Stratford, Oklahoma for their annual peach festival. This sign was in Purcell. Yeah, I have a dirty mind. So what?

The festival seemed different. Of course, the last time I attended one, I was a kid. This year, a bad freeze ruined the crops, so there weren’t that many actual peach stands. Today, to buy peaches at the festival, it cost 40 bucks for half a bushel of #1 peaches and 25 for #2s.

I think I would have enjoyed myself more if it hadn’t been 106 degrees. Our vehicle said 103, but the attending radio station set us straight. OMG, we were sunburned, sweaty and miserable puddles within the hour. I did, however, write down a few observations.

1. There is such a thing as a Watermelon Queen. Seriously. She was visiting from another town and spoke right before Stratford crowned its Peach Queen. Also, there were different levels from Peach Buds and Blossoms on up. I felt a little sorry for the boys who were crowned Peach Buds. Hard to live that one down in school.

2. The peach tea is freaking awesome. I bought two glasses and then ended up buying the homemade peach syrup to take home for our tea here.

3. The Republican and Democrat tents were all together in a happy little line. I tried to get a picture but was distracted by the huge pile of horse poo in front of all of them.

4. Country Music Singing Contests …TAKE!! FOREVER!! It went on and on and on. It’s the most country music I’ve ever heard in one sitting. And when the contest was over, these men got up with a harmonica and oh, I don’t remember what other instruments because there was so much sweat dripping into my eyes at this point they were burning. I was zoning out big time. I do remember they sang “Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way.”

5. Korn and Disturbed help dilute endless Country Music Singing Contests. My daughter and I shared her Ipod for awhile.

6. We saw the fattest dog. Ever.

7. Ankle tattoos. Now, I like tattoos, have one all designed should I ever get up the nerve, but I’ve never seen so many WAY young women with really big ankle tattoos.  Some looked like preteens, so it surprised me.  

8. You could pick out the popular little girls because they were in matching shorts and practicing cheers on the sidelines. And for some reason, the heat wasn’t doing evil things to their perfect hair.

9. I liked the blacksmiths. They had the neatest candle holders that came with a story. In the past, men would make these iron candle holders in a spiral. They put small, wooden posts in them. Whenever a boy came to court their daughter, he could tell if the parents liked him by how low the candles sat in the holders and once it burned down, the date was over. I should have bought them, but I bought a beautiful silver cuff bracelet instead– well it’s antique silver looking copper.

10. The heat did something odd to my husband because for the first time ever, he said yes to our son getting a weird pet. This isn’t an actual picture of our new pet, but it’s close. He’s freaked enough from the jostling two hour ride home so I didn’t want to freak him out anymore. They called these salamanders Baby dinosaurs and yes, its gills are on the outside of it’s neck. It’s the only animal with them. It looks pretty cool. My son named his Vash from the show Trigun.

And I’ll leave you with another image. If you squint (or click on the pic to bring it up large), you can make out the iron butterfly perched on the fingers. This hand was absolutely huge– yes, that’s the roof of a building behind it.

(Edit March 07:  This post is months and months old and still gets a ton of hits daily.  I’d love to know how you found it.  I do see the search strings entered with tattoos, ankles, country music, etc … but did it make it into an email loop recently?  The number of hits doubled.  <g>)


  1. July 15, 2006    

    Our car said it was 103 today too, but the digital sign at a local bank read 106. We were out in it all day too.

    Hope your sunburn heals quickly!

  2. July 15, 2006    

    (1) Obviously, Rinda, you and Rachel are caught up in a car thermometer conspiracy.

    BTW, is it usually that hot in OK this time or year? Or is it unseasonably warm?

    (2) The only thing I know about Peaches is that they come from a can. They were put there by a man.

    (3) The Republicans and Democrats were next to each other? Forgive me for asking, but why were they there at a peach festival? I can imagine individual poliicians making personal apppearances, and everything. But there own tents?

    Any chance they could collide like matter and anti-matter and wipe themeselves out?

    (4) Looks like you had a hand-some day at the festival. I hope you don’t get sick of the taste of peaches anytime soon.

    My mother would have thought she were in heaven were she there.

  3. July 16, 2006    

    Oh no, I like tattoes. I knew someone would think I didn’t. What was weird was the size of the ones on the girls who looked around twelve. I’m serious, some were at least six inches in height.

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  5. July 16, 2006    

    1. Yes, it’s usually this hot in summer. Every summer I make plans to move back north. I really liked Northern Idaho– tons of snow, huge evergreens and summer was like spring here. Wait… we skipped spring this year and moved right into summer.

    2. There is nothing that tastes like fresh picked peaches. Wash one while it’s still hot from the sun and the juice runs down your chin– sweet like you wouldn’t believe. Canned peaches don’t taste anything like them. I will not eat a canned peach. I grew up helping out on these Peach Stands in the summers and learned about fresh picked fruit young.

    3. It’s voting season. Each tent was giving out free stuff. One lady had set her huge poster about family values to where it half covered the Democrat tent. The Democrat tent had fun people–they were there specifically for our governer, Brad Henry.

    It would be nice to get rid of parties altogether, wouldn’t it? I think the horse poo was a mystical message…

    4. So, your mother likes fresh peaches or country music? (g)

  6. July 16, 2006    

    Sounds fun and not so fun. Salamanders are cool. My sister-in-law used to have one.

  7. July 16, 2006    

    Equal Opportunity Feces. I do agree there is a message hidden in the manure. 😉

    And OMG! 106!?! Why in the hell do I want to move home? (Oh yeah, it’s because all of my friends and loved ones are on FREAKING HOT OKLAHOMA.) I’ve been griping because it will be in the mid 90’s here in the next few days. I’ll be hitting the beach next weekend.

    I had to laugh at the tattoo comment. I have three, one on my lower back and two on each of my inner ankles.

    Hugs on the sunburn, babe. I hope you feel better soon.

  8. July 16, 2006    

    I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t like tats.

    I laughed because I’m always surprised to see portrait sized tats on women, and as I’m thinking tacky thoughts, I have to remind myself I have tats too.

  9. July 16, 2006    

    Sounds like y’all had a great time. I can’t stand the heat during the summer here, but it’s better than the -38 below in Fargo… their winters last NINE MONTHS.

    If I had my choice I’d be back in Alabama. And no, it’s not as hot there as you think. It’s heaven.

    Be careful. I allowed my girls to have ONE turtle before I left for RT. Suddenly we’ve exploded on animals. Two asses, a dumb dog, and yet another turtle. Someone save me from the madness!!!

  10. July 16, 2006    

    Dana has two asses. 😮

  11. July 16, 2006    

    Your post put me in mind of my visits to Traverse City, Michigan, where they have their Cherry Festival. With a real, live Cherry Queen. (Something to aspire to I’m sure.)

    At least the Peach Festival you attended didn’t have to IMPORT its fruit like I heard Michigan did. Great. A fake fruit festival.

  12. July 16, 2006    

    I can’t believe you drove all the way to Stratford for peaches. How are them there indians?

  13. July 16, 2006    

    I don’t know how hot it was today. Jenn and I went out once. It was so hot I said, “To H*** with this.”, came back inside and haven’t gone near the door since.

  14. July 16, 2006    

    Why did I drive so far for peaches? Well, my husband’s business partner invited us– he lives there. Plus, when I was a youngster, the Hinkles had peach stands all up and down the highway and my uncles would win best crop. I sometimes worked my grandfather’s peach stand. It’s kind of tradition, but one I gave up. We went to show my children where I used to run wild with the wild cousins. (g)

  15. July 16, 2006    

    I couldn’t spell earlier. One of my sisters was here buggin’ me. (g)

  16. July 18, 2006    

    Heatheeeeer … you’re so funneee. Obviously Dana hasn’t checked back to read your comment.

    Fresh picked peaches, hot from the sun. My grandfather had a peach tree in his back yard, which now belongs to someone else. X-dell, listen to Rinda … canned vs. fresh? No comparison.

    I have a really good dessert for fresh peaches if anybody wants it. Bottom layer is a flour/sugar/butter/pecan crust. Middle layer is peaches with peach jell-o cooked on the stove. Top layer is cream cheese with powdered sugar and cool whip.

  17. July 18, 2006    

    Oh man, I want that recipe! I made a cobbler Sunday night that was utterly sinful. Yours sounds better! Pass it along!

    I had to throw out most of the peaches– they were in the heat too long. But I’m going to the farmer’s market Saturday for fresh veggies and fruit.

    Oh man, yesterday, I cut up a bunch of the peaches and put them in a huge pitcher of iced tea. Talk about good! Especially since it was way over 100 degrees again!

  18. July 18, 2006    

    I have a weakness for peach cobbler. My grandparents would take me to Furr’s and let me order pc on Sundays..

    And I’m going to completely ruin the yummy recipes floating around by the one a former employer brought to a potluck.

    Baked spam and peaches.

    I’m not kidding.

  19. July 18, 2006    

    Oh yuck!!! I have this phobia of Spam. In fact, I should blog about why I can’t eat it. Ever.

  20. July 18, 2006    


    Sorry I’ve been a silent blogger. I’ve just had time to hit read part and jump to another.

    Our weekend was great at the plotting party, only thing it was missing was you to add your spin (or should I say zig Zag) ideas to our stories.

    Your Blog is so cool! I love it.

    See you next month.

  21. July 18, 2006    

    I really wished I could have been there. I’m working so hard I’ve been feeling the need for family time, so we took this little trip.

  22. July 20, 2006    

    I love festivals like that. I have to agree with Heather, I often see women with big tats and think how tacky when I have one too. Mine is low on the inside of my right hip bone, completely covered. You would be suprised how many people have asked me to drop my drawers and show them when I have said something about it or someone who knows me tells someone. It is unbelievable like I wouldn’t mind. People are strange.

  23. July 22, 2006    

    I love signs like that. I once went through a place called Canal City. The C had fallen off…..ooopss! (Love peach tea too, and I don’t usually like any type of tea!)

  24. Suzana Suzana
    April 21, 2010    

    These are from Hurog

  25. Suzana Suzana
    April 21, 2010    

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