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Show AUGUST 1, 2008 PAGE A5 Summit County News Car Show Fits the Theme of Fiesta Days - “Thinkin’ Back...Movin’ Forward” Kamas Horse Show Winner of Bull Wars Congratulations to Kasidee Evans for winning the two-day allaround and the speed all-around in the 9-11 age group at the Kamas Horse Show that was held July 19-20. Kasidee is the Rylan Wright won the Bull Wars with a final round of 91 points daughter of Dean and Joy Evans, of Hoytsville. Special thanks to in the final round! This event was held on Friday night at the the New West Country Store for the gift cards that were awarded Kamas Fiesta Days Celebration. Photo by JR McRay, Jr. Pho- to the all-around winners and to the horseshow committee for a job well done! tographt, Kamas Saturday August 9 Kids run 7:30 am 5-K or 2 mile walk 8:00 am $10.00 Pre registration ends Aug 8th $12.00 Day of race For more information call the fair office at 336-3221 or 783-4351 ext. 3221. Summit County Fair 5-K run, 2 mile walk or kids run S u m m i t C o u n t y Fa i r Dog Show Saturday, August 2, 2008 Summit County Fair Grounds 10:00 am Pre-Registration Deadline – July 31 $3.00 per class Late registration day of show 8am9:30am $5.00 per class Recipe Corner Rhubarb Crisp by Lenore Clark 1 egg well beaten 3/4 cup sugar 1/4 cup butter 1/2 cup flour 2 T. flour 3 cups rhubarb, cut fine Mix together, put into buttered casserole dish. Crisp topping 1/4 cup butter 1/2 cup flour 1/3 cup brown sugar (add a little granola for extra crispiness) Combine and sprinkle on top of mixture in casserole dish. Double this crisp part if you like a lot on top! Bake 40 minutes at 375 degrees. Help! We need your favorite recipe for sharing! Send them by email: scbee@allwest.net; or drop them at The Summit County News Office. Go Classifieds! It Pays! 336-5501 The Car Show this year at the Kamas Valley Fiesta Days certainly fits the 2008 theme of “Thinkin’ Back...Movin’ Forward”. Every car there - all 80+ were lined up with a shine on the chrome you could use for a mirror! Jason Petersen, who was in charge of it all - says it was a great success, and everyone enjoyed the variety of vehicles at the show. Prizes were abundant from sponsors and donations from Uinta Auto suppliers - and the grand prize was a 2500 PSI pressure washer! Supporters and visitors all enjoyed the display, and the Best in Show, a Ford Roadster - was super! (Also worth over $300 thousand!) Thanks to all who made this possible by bringing the cars to be on display for all to see! Just Stuff by Jan Time was, when I was a child, school would let out in the spring and summer vacation would stretch endlessly before me. It would seem like forever before I was summoned back to the confines of school in the fall. Summer days smelled of fresh cut grass, wet cement and pavement, lilacs and the fragrant scent of my mother’s rose bushes. The nights were filled with cricket songs, fire cracker bangs and the sound of “Ollie ollie oxen free!” and “Over the can on…! Afternoons were spent swimming at the old Richfield natatorium. It wasn’t heated. It wasn’t fancy. It had one diving board and a slide. But it was free and it was fun and it was refreshing on a hot summer afternoon. And it was where I spent many summer afternoons. After splashing off the side, doing flips off the diving board, racing to the “bottom of the deep end” for mason jar lid rings, or just swimming with friends, shivering and purple-lipped, I’d find a patch of cement and warm my body in the sun. I’d spend so much time in the pool that by mid-summer my long, blond hair would be streaked green, stained by the chlorine. Some summer days were spent hiking in the “red hills” west of town — padding over the dusty red trails, slipping through crevices like Little Lemon Squeeze, sliding down rocks, hiking to Lambs Head, or playing “old west” in the cool shade of Scout’s Cabin. From Bull’s Head one could see the entire valley which spread like a patchwork quilt below. Or time was spent at home, running through the sprinkler, playing in the wading pool in the back yard or playing in the spring ditch, which ran down Fourth West. Wearing old tenny runners, with the toes cut out in case there was a sharp rock, chunk of glass or old tin can, we’d make mud pies, have water fights, or see how far we could run down the ditch without slipping on the moss and landing on our butts. We’d get soaked and dirty and have a ball. And not once did we worry about what kind of gom-boo we might catch from the bacteria or bugs. Some afternoons I’d just lay on the lawn and find shapes in the whipped cream clouds, or ride my bike over the “dusty trails” at the vacant lot on the corner. Or, I’d ride to the school to play on the play ground. The slide, hot from the sun, would burn the tops of my legs and the pea gravel would slip in my sandals. Evenings were spent playing games like Kick the Can, Follow the Judge to Court, or Run, Sheepy, Run. Occasionally, the neighborhood would end up in a green tomato fight, with yet-tobe-ripened tomatoes flying back and forth across the street. We’d use garbage can lids as shields and steal tomatoes from my mom’s and Mrs. Washburn’s tomato patches. And there were sleep outs in the back yard, when we’d giggle and laugh and look at the stars. We’d worry all night that it might rain, that the sprinklers might come on, or someone might sneak in the back and pelt us with water balloons. We’d wake in the morning, our sleeping bags damp from the dew, the fresh scent of morning filling the air. Now summer break is filled with a few trips with the kids, escaping to the cabin on the weekend, getting the boys ready for scout outings, football camp and weight training and saying “No! You can’t watch a video. It’s too nice outside. Go out and play!” It’s filled with an appreciation for air conditioned buildings, paid leave, summer buzz cuts and a wish that my boys could have the kind of summers I had. But we live in a different time and place. Summer in the city just isn’t the same as summer spent in a small community. Besides, the old Richfield natatorium has been replaced by the “new” pool, the spring ditch has been diverted through a culvert and is covered now, and the freeway cuts across the red hills. That’s not to say that my boys aren’t building happy summer memories. They’re just different than the memories I have from the good old days. But my boys love summer! And I’m finding, as an adult, summer break no longer stretches on forever. Summer slips swiftly by. June warms to July, July melts into August and August simmers into September and, before we know it, summer is gone. I can’t believe that August is already here and the start of school is just around the corner. It won’t be but a minute before we’re buying school clothes, pencil boxes and backpacks and we’ll be kissing another summer goodbye, savoring the sweet summer memories which we’ll hold forever in our minds. Subscribe To The News! 336-5501 |