In a disconnected world, run by electronics, Troy Homecoming reminds us of better days. Where people are friends in real life, and not on a computer or phone screen. Where sports are played outside under the big blue sky and not in front of a television. Where we get to hear truly talented musicians, not masked by synthesizers. The joyous activities of the weekend bring family, friends, neighbors and strangers together.
There are so many wonderful things you can do as a fair participant. Years of experience have yet to teach me that I can not manage all I would like to. I just want to try everything. If you have any hobby, you will find a niche in the fair. The list of possibilities is long and detailed, allowing everyone to share their talents and prowess for timing and preparation.
This homecoming is not a high school dance (though you could dance to live music throughout the weekend). Rather, it is a century old, free, community festival held annually in southern Geauga County in Ohio. According to local historians, Troy Homecoming started in 1911 when the township celebrated its 100th birthday.
Regularly, I spend time at dinner tables that are not my own and vacation with people who love me. A couple of years ago, I traveled across country with my friend Grace and her five boys. Now, I am again blessed to travel across country, this time with my niece and nephew. I relish every minute that God has given me to love and be loved! It is wonderful to be present when children experience new things and are introduced to landscapes they have never seen before.
Northern Ireland is beautiful. I am a northerner and convinced that the further north you go, the prettier the world becomes. I had initially visited Belfast, Northern Ireland over a decade ago. At the time, there was still political strife and the air in Belfast was thick with tension. Fast forward 16 years, Belfast is renewed. People were out an about, walking the streets, shopping, mingling, exchanging welcoming glances. It is beautiful. My heart is glad for this city.
Skijoring is a combination of Montana’s favorite things: snow, skis and horses. There is a long course where the horse and rider run straight down the middle while pulling a skier behind with a rope. The skier maneuvers through obstacles. The object of the game is to go as fast as you can through the course. It is a thrill to watch. Many of the horses and riders are dressed in their finest cowboy frills. The atmosphere is relaxed and friendly.
The diligence and skill of the folks rolling cigars at Cigar Factory New Orleans is captivating. They do not falter in their performance, even while being interrupted with admiration by observers. The warm, brown interior of the shop indicates years of producing and savoring a delectable leaf that has been enjoyed by countless people through history. The thick, spicy musk of unburnt tobacco mingles with the humidity of New Orleans and makes me smile.
We flew into Heraklion on Crete, rented a car and drove a relatively short distance to the preserved historical site of Knossos. Sections are roped off for its protection, but you can still get an up-close look at the ancient ruins. Some of the ruins have been restored to give onlookers a vibrant notion of what Knossos looked like at its peak.