Hit the Scandinavian Festival Saturday. Went by Lisa's booth long enough to get fed but if she and the others had been moving any faster they would have been airborn. For four days Junction City is one of the biggest (and well-fed) cities in Oregon. It's a big, happy celebration for Scandinavians-real and honorary. I'm mainly English, Irish and Scotch so there's probably a Viking in there somewhere. Hey, my nephews are part Norwegian, I'm honorary.
The beauty of it is that it doesn't pretend to be more than it is. It's an excuse for families to come out and eat, watch dancing, eat, look at crafts and artwork, eat, have fun, and did I mention there's food involved?. The whole town pretty much supports it. Everybody sets up shop just off the main drag and it takes up about six square blocks. Although if the wind is right you can smell it half a mile away. The music is wonderful, the costumes are great and just about everybody has a big grin plastered on their faces.
We had fun,
2 comments:
Have I apologized yet for being too busy to even come to the DOOR when you passed through? Augggh! Lisa :-]
Poor Lisa. But, thank goodness it was successful for her. :-) ---Robbie
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