Welcome to “Dispatches from the Fair, Edition Number Eight”.
It’s an olio of a dispatch.
We’ll start with “A” for “Alien”.
There were other aliens at the Fair this year. Since aliens’ legs are often stiff, from all that riding around in UFOs, many of the aliens took over the brains of small children, and turned them into beasts of burden.
What’s an “olio”?
You almost certainly know olio if you are a cruciverbalist, are one of those people fond of crossword puzzles, for you will have a specialized vocabulary cupboard in your brain. That cupboard will be especially full of words composed of the most common letters in the English language. In descending order of frequency, those letters are ETAION SHRDLU. Words heavy on these letters are much easier for the crossword constructor to manipulate into their arrays of “across” and “down”. Olio is an etaoinshrdlu-y word.
An olio is a mixture, a melange, often of literary or artistic nature. Olio comes from “olla”, which means “pot”.
Moving along in the alphabet, “C” is for “chicken”.
Over by the stock barns was one of the Vineyard’s “most fanciful ever” chicken houses.
Over in the stock barn were newborn piglets, born at the Fair.
In the Main hall was another batch of blue-ribbon piglets.
Near the sheep pen by the fabric tent was Andy’s pickup truck.
Andy’s truck has a well-chosen vanity plate.
At an opening of the edge-curtain of the fabric tent, are arrays of braids of the Tripp’s wool.
Over at Marsha Wynsryg’s African crafts booth, the Tripp wool colors are echoed.
Marsha’s work for Africa is individual, direct, and low-overhead. To learn more about her Africa project, go to:
Here is a mystery fabric item.
What is it?
In the Main Hall, Children’s Department, was a very creative vase.
At the other end of the Main Hall was Barney Zeitz’s vase.
On the mantel of the fireplace in the “Small” Hall were some fine dahlias.
Below the dahlias gleam the hammered-copper scales of the Grim Reaper.
On a brilliant sunny summer day, outside photos can be tough to take, as the light is so intense.
But sometimes, even on such a day, chance will hand you an opportunity.
What is the Fair but an olio of smiles?