To the editor:
Another Shelby County Fair has come to a close and like all fairs, there are many memories and stories to tell … well, here’s mine!
With hopes high, my son loaded up the fair livestock and headed off to the fair. All was going well until Tuesday morning when a phone call stopped everyone in their place. Nolan, my grandson and our showman, was not going to be able to show his project at the Junior Fair. You see, his dad had misinterpreted the time frame of administering medication; he missed the deadline by nine hours. The reason the Junior Fair board knew about this is because everyone is required to write down time and date of any meds given. With a little grumbling and hopes dashed, the ruling was accepted and Nolan was able to show in the light and heavy weight classes. This means you parade your project with no hope of ribbons.
But what this story is about was the way the Howell Family handled the whole situation. What a great way to teach your children to “play” by the rules no matter the outcome. I am so very proud of my son, Nick, and daughter-in-law, Katrina, in the way they handled it. Yes, no ribbon came home and no “big” money was banked, but the lesson these parents showed their children was, as it’s said, “priceless.”
With all of this being said, I could not be more delighted with my grandson, Nolan, when he looked at his dad and said, “It’s OK, Dad. I’m not mad. We’ll get them next year!” Wow, what a very grown up 10-year-old.
I know my husband Norman would be pleased to know that the lessons you try to instill in your children were learned.
And the legacy is being passed on.