Sherry Chandler » 2005 » October » 05
Our family has been doing the KGAC fairs, spring and fall at Berea, for well over twenty years, so excitement mounts as we get ready for the set up on Friday. My sons were practically raised at Indian Fort Theater. You can see one of them booth-sitting at left. They know every inch of the woods, the stage, the culverts, and a good part of the mountain. We’ve eaten funnel cakes sitting on straw bales, huddled under plastic in the drizzling rain, and adjusted our heart rates to the chuf of Ted Wiseman’s steam-powered grist mill and the rattle and thump of the kettle corn popper.
Things change though. My boys have grown up, the gristmill has changed hands, and the fair has moved away from the woods and into Berea Memorial Park in town. Still, change is sometimes for the better and we almost alway manage to gather in Berea at fair time.
We look set for once to have some gorgeous fall weather. Join us and 94 other regional artists and craftsmen at Berea this weekend.
Link to information about place, time, and admission.
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Oh my soul and whiskers! Who would have thought it!
When Peggy Rosenthal asked me all those many months ago for the use of my poem “Bombed Wedding” in Pax Christi USA’s anthology Imagine a World: Poetry for Peacemakers, I said yes rather casually and then forgot about it.
Well, the anthology arrived in the mail today and boy! am I impressed with the company I’m keeping. On the facing page with Galway Kinnell. In the same book with William Stafford, Czeslaw Milosz, Carolyn Forché, Wendell Berry, George Ella Lyon, Barbara Kingsolver…
My feet won’t touch the ground for days!
And all my gift-exchanging friends? You know what you’re getting for Christmas!
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Seriously, I am very honored to be selected to be in such company working to such a high purpose. Hard to suppress the ego and yet, the thought that some one may actually use my words as a springboard to pray for peace, a thought like that is humbling. The thought that anyone would think me that much a poet is humbling. And a little scary.
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