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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Water, Water Everywhere

Me and my first 4-H calf.
I'm the nerd in the glasses and cowboy hat.
Twelve was an important age in the Stringam family.
That anxiously awaited, feverishly anticipated time when one was finally considered a grown up.
And, at long last, able to join the 4-H Calf Club.
Well, it was a highlight in our family.
Moving on . . .
Yep. 4-H. No end of excitement.
First, there was the all-important choosing of the calf, which enlisted years and years of experience and an eye for perfection. ("Umm . . . I want the red and white one over there! Nooo . . . I mean the red and white one over there . . . Wait! I want that one! He's cute!")
Then there was the twice daily ritual of feeding said calf. (Accomplished for the first day by me, and thereafter by my brother, George. For the entire six calves and six years I was in 4-H.)
There were the monthly meetings where we were expected to hand in our record books. (A concise documentation of our calf's daily diet, inevitable weight gain, and any other pertinent information. Frantically estimated and scribbled before/during the meeting.)
Then, twice a year, there were the 'calf tours'. (Where we exclaimed, more or less knowledgeably over each other's calves. And then, more importantly, had a wonderful dinner at one of the homes. Usually one of the families of Hungarian descent. The best cooks in the entire world. Mmmmm.)
And finally, at the end of the year, we loaded our now-enormous darlings into trucks and headed into Lethbridge for the final show and sale.
The reward and culmination of a year of my brother's hard work.
Beyond exciting.
Three days of meeting new people (i.e. boys).
Flirting.
Walking along the midway and eating 'fair' food. (Taste - amazing. Nutrition - negligible.)
Attending the dance.
Sleeping in the dorms.
Oh, yes. And grooming and showing and selling our calves.
Waving good-bye.
And then, way beyond exciting, the annual club trip where the club members, together with their families, would embark on a journey to . . . somewhere wonderful.
And exciting.
We toured all over Alberta and into Montana and Washington and saw . . . stuff.
One trip, in particular, stands out.
And in my usual long-winded way, I've finally worked myself around to it . . .
We had travelled into Washington State, planning to camp at a brand-new and ultra modern campground, which, according to the pamphlet, was home to an enormous swimming pool and other amazing features.
It was the hottest day of the year.
And air conditioning hadn't been invented yet.
Our caravan of ten or so vehicles pulled into the campsite and ground to a dusty and exhausted halt.
There were trees.
Tables. 
And water hydrants.
But little else.
Apparently, the pictures in the brightly-coloured pamphlet had been artist's imaginative renderings of amenities that would 'some day' be part of the campground.
Us kids gathered around the giant hole that would one day be a swimming pool and said a silent farewell to the fun we could have had there.
Our parents started to set up camp.
It was hot.
One of the dads hooked a garden hose up to a hydrant and started to spray the dust off a table.
Another Dad filled a pitcher to add to the radiator of his over-heated truck.
They looked at each other.
Hose, squirting cool water.
Pitcher, filled with equally cool water.
Hottest day of the year. (I know. I already said that. But it really was.)
Pool that only existed on paper.
It was a no-brainer.
The fight was on.
By the time it ended, Every. Single. Person. in the campsite was soaked.
More than soaked.
If you were moving. You were a target.
Let me rephrase that.
If you were breathing, you were a target.
A group of moms were sitting in a safe (i.e. dry) place, watching the fun and laughing uproariously (real word - I looked it up) thinking that their age and authority made them exempt.
Oh, the folly.
My brother, George, spotted them and immediately noted two things:
1. They were dry.
2. This was unacceptable.
He filled a bucket with water and waited for them to notice him.
They saw him standing there and, staring in disbelief, slowly got to their feet.
"George?!"
"George!"
"No, George!"
Begging availed them nothing.
In a moment, they were as soaked as the rest of us.
The fight lasted most of the afternoon, and, by the time it was finished, everyone was wet, cool, and happily exhausted.
Much the same condition we would have been in if the pool really had existed.
I don't remember much else about that particular trip.
Everything else paled when compared to "The Water Fight'.
4-H.
Six years of experiences.
Of growing up.
I miss those times.

10 comments:

  1. Too funny! Before yelp reviews and the internet I remember too being disappointed by the reality image compared to the brochure image.

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    1. We sure could have used a review or two before setting out. Of course we would have missed out on the best water fight ever . . .

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  2. Water is water, whether it's in a hole or in a hose or in a bucket! Your description of calf-raising/showing is pretty funny :) You owe George!

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  3. I'm sure you still have access to a hose somewhere....yes???

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  4. I used to love a good water fight. A bunch of kids in our backyard, a bunch of kids next door, hoses turned on, in no time each backyard lawn was a soggy, muddy mess, as were the kids. Then we'd run down to the beach and clean up. Good days.

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  5. Sounds like an amazing fun childhood!

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