October 16, 2006

Musictown Festival Parade and PYO Disappointment

Into the Pumpkin Patch


On Saturday we made sure we got up early because the kids wanted to go apple picking and our time this fall has already been too filled up to accommodate any. Since we’re usually late-risers, the best way to make time is to get up early. While Maggie was off on her own early morning adventure shopping yard sales in Barrington, RI, the girls and I took off for East Bridgewater and C.N. Smith’s apple farm for some P.Y.O apples.

We were greeted at the farm by ducks, geese, chickens, turkeys, roosters, sheep, goats, and a sign that read “All Picked Out.” Oops. Too late in the season. Last year we’d gone out on Columbus Day weekend. Next year we’re going to have to remember to mark the calendar and go picking in September, despite how busy September is.

As M and K had “gobble-gobble” conversations with the turkey and bleated back at the other farm animals, I called the other two supposed PYO places in the area and got their answering machines, one which told me they don’t do PYO. So we changed tack and decided to go for a “Pumpkin Ride” at 4 Town Farm in Seekonk.

This is a ride in a tractor out to a very small corn maze (more like a corn path). Once you make it through to the other side, there’s a seeded “pumpkin patch” where the kids can pick a large or small pumpkin of their own to take home. Basically, you pay for the pumpkin and they throw in the ride and the maze. We did it a couple of years ago, and the kids enjoy it. For a full-blown corn maze, you have to go to the one on Route 6 in Swansea that we visited with the Seggelins last year. But come prepared with maze-solving expertise. D&D-ers have a distinct advantage. You can get lost in one of those.

So, the morning was not a loss. In the afternoon we had a family birthday party, and when we got home Maggie continued her work restoring the front porch while I harvested most of our herb garden. Details for a later post, perhaps.

Elected Officials


Sunday we had breakfast with my parents, to which I brought my pumpkin muffins, and then it was off to the Musictown parade, Somerset’s yearly festival.

For the set of all my Musictown Parade pictures, and a convenient slide show, visit my Musictown Festival Parade set at Flickr. (If you’re a Flickr contact of mine and we’ve set each other as “friends” you’ll see the entire set. Just let me know if you are a friend and I haven’t set you as “friend” yet.)

Jerry Remy was the Grand Marshal this year, and as usual the whole town was out for the festivities.

It’s a small town. Just walking up and down a small part of the parade route I ran into people I went to high school with and K’s homeroom teacher. Although, when it comes to people, they tend to see me before I see them; I am preoccupied with my own thoughts or whatever misadventure I am involved with. Like a horse with blinders on. Jim B, a former schoolmate, called out to me “Hey, Pat!” (“Patrick” being my middle name and the one that my parents and everyone before college tended to use to refer to me) and startled me while I was deciding where to stand for a good view of the festivities.

Maggie, her mom and both the girls were in the parade with the Girl Scouts. We had a small emergency before the parade that separated K and myself from her troop, and I ended up having to hike K across a field only to find an 8 foot fence between us and her destination. I lifted K over the fence with the help of another scout leader on the other side.

Moving around in an automobile is not optimal in Somerset on the day of the parade. I got lucky that I found a spot where I could park near the parade route and extricate myself quickly to get to the girls when the parade was over. I am not revealing my secret spot.

I found out later that Maggie ran into another high school acquaintance who saw me lifting K over the fence (I am a spectacle). This was a girl that I had a crush on for the longest time in high school, but in high school I was too wracked by anxiety to ever do anything about it. Of course, Maggie told her she was my high school crush. After 20 years, you’d think there was an expiration date on some information.

The parade was a lot of fun. I especially get a kick out of the Shriners in their little cars. They zoom around in toy-sized cars with puppets that interact with the crowd. One of the Shriners with a brown bear puppet really cracked me up. And later, about a half hour after the parade was over, I saw him driving his toy car back home on another street. His puppet was still waving to people and making friends.

I guess if you’re a fun-loving sort, the parade doesn’t actually have to end.

Posted by James at October 16, 2006 8:00 AM
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I thought *she knew* she was his high school crush!!

Posted by: Maggie at October 16, 2006 9:05 AM

Most of the idea about a crush is that it's a secret. That's why she was surprised when you told her.

Now that she's living in town again, and I haven't seen her in 20 years, I will invariably run into her and instead of a "yeah, I remember you, how are you doing?" conversation it's going to be a little more awkward.

"Hi -- yeah, it's true I was a complete chicken."

Posted by: James at October 16, 2006 9:14 AM

So you're planning on running into her?

Between her and M telling me "even if you die and Daddy remarries, she won't replace you," I'm beginning to feel a little insecure. Or long in the tooth.

Posted by: Maggie at October 16, 2006 9:55 AM

This conversation is fascinating and it deserves a weblog of its own.

Don't let me interrupt. :-)

Posted by: Mike at October 16, 2006 10:09 AM

They're still picking up north (at least they were this weekend). We're at least a couple of weeks behind you guys as they didn't even start picking macouns (my favorite variety) until Sept 30. I just got an email from the Winery in Bolton (Nashoba Valley) today about picking so I assume they're going at least one more weekend.

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at October 16, 2006 10:59 AM

I'm not planning to run into anyone, but it's a small town.

And I promised myself I wouldn't get sappy on the blog, but I'm still very much in love with you, darling. No matter how long your teeth get, and I hadn't noticed any dental elongation.

Posted by: James at October 16, 2006 11:51 AM

So now Maggie's getting those dental implants to make her more vampire like? This goth thing is really going too far.

OK, that thumping y'all heard was the sound of a dead horse being beaten. I'll stop now. Just couldn't resist one more shot.

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at October 16, 2006 12:36 PM

Thank you, James. :-)

I'm tickled you think it's so funny, Bob. I intentionally wore a pink sweater to their house Friday night, and I had hives all weekend. It was either the pink sweater or the religious mug Kristen served my coffee in. :-P

Posted by: Maggie at October 16, 2006 4:33 PM

Looks like you all had a great weekend. Loved the pix! Everyone looks swell.

I note, with a sigh, the gloves on your hands. Summer's long gone. *sigh*

Posted by: Chuck S. at October 16, 2006 9:59 PM

I hate summer. Fall's my favorite season, and I love being able to wear a sweater and gloves and be the perfect temperature. I love the dry air and the endless blue sky. I love the turning leaves, and Halloween, and Thanksgiving. I love being able to run my fastest and longest because the weather is so perfect for running. :-)

Posted by: Maggie at October 17, 2006 2:04 PM

I'm with you Maggie. I'm a fall/spring person. I hate being hot. summer is definately my least favorite season although winter is probably the most inconvienient (driving, snow clearing)

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at October 17, 2006 2:50 PM

Summer...hot days full of sunburns and impossibly muggy nights for poor sleeping. Then there's the added bonus of B.O. (one's own and that of others one is forced to share spac with).

Bleah. Give me Fall or give me death!

As I am so fond of saying around the office, I can put on a sweater, but I can't peel off my own skin. Crank the AC!

Posted by: Patti M. at October 17, 2006 3:33 PM

I can do without the bugs, too.

But I do like the summer weather that is more conducive to geocaching. Even so, if the weather were like what I consider perfect, brisk fall weather, I would prefer those clear fall days to any summer day.

A walk in the woods warms you plenty, and it's much better to start out on the cool side and peel off layers as you heat up.

I'll take fall anyday. Personal preference. YMMW. To each his own. Whatever floats yer boat.

Posted by: James at October 17, 2006 4:02 PM

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