Bellevue Berry Farm, Take 2

This weekend we made it out to the Bellevue Berry Farm in the nick of time to pick strawberries. It was their last weekend and they assured us it was very picked over. But it was a beautiful morning, and nothing was going to stop us…except maybe the few peacocks who were guarding/mesmerized by the soda cooler.

peacocks

We were out in the fields for about an hour. We managed to avoid most mosquitoes an any other unwanted critters. Although, Brent claims he saw a field mouse when we were pulling up. His dad disagrees claiming it was probably a ground squirrel or something like it.

Future Farmer of Mud

Future Farmer of Mud

The strawberries are grown organically and taste delicious. Apparently even the dirt tasted good (according to Baby Bette). We picked about 6.8 pounds between the four adults and 2 children in our crew. Although, I am sure we ate a good half pound while picking.  Bellevue Berry Farm continues to deliver.

Berry Bette

Berry Bette


The bounty.

The bounty.


  

Seward, The Fourth of July Capitol of Nebraska

This Fourth of July we took the patriotic trek to Seward, Nebraska where there is no shortage of enthusiasm for this grand holiday. My darling cousin grew up there and has been trying to entice us to visit for years now. We had previously used excuses like “I am pregnant” or “I don’t want to travel with a toddler”. Excuses, excuses, let’s travel with a toddler and a newborn! Yes! To get the full scope of what the Fourth of July in Seward is all about, check out thie website: http://www.julyfourthseward.com/images/JULY4schedule.pdf

Getting to Seward from Omaha took about an hour and 15 minutes. We pulled into town to see everyone walking or biking to the center square. There was also a “trolley” which in all actuality was a tractor pulling a trailer full of people. Although Seward is a relatively small town of 6,000, nearly 40,000 people come in for the day. We parked our car and headed to the hoopla.

Just a glimpse of Seward

Just a glimpse of Seward


Walking up we saw the fire men spraying water at a big bucket hanging in the air. I am sure there is a name for this but I don’t know what it is. We got wet and we took some pictures.

See what I mean!

See what I mean!

The morning was filled with competition. After watching some young and not so young folk pole vault in the city center, we moved on to watch the pie eating and bubble blowing contests. The pie eating contest was really a “one piece of pie” eating contest. This disappointed Brent. Speaking of eating…the streets were filled with county fair style food vendors, but by lunchtime the lines were unbearable. I guess it is a good thing we had ice cream and a blooming onion at 10 AM.

And this man on repeat: WHAT COULD BE MORE FITTING OR APPROPRIATE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THAN APPLE PIE AND THE 4TH OF JULY?

And this man on repeat: WHAT COULD BE MORE FITTING OR APPROPRIATE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THAN APPLE PIE AND THE 4TH OF JULY?

Bubble beard.

Bubble beard.

We spent the rest of the morning watching cloggers of all ages, mostly younger kids but there was a group of dancers in their late to middle ages. I think Brent enjoyed those most.

And yes, there were cupcakes to celebrate the birth of America and dad's with toddler's on their shoulders.

And yes, there were cupcakes to celebrate the birth of America and dad’s with toddler’s on their shoulders.

After clogging we went and explored a bit more of the festival. We checked out the antique sale which was very small but they did have a ceramic lawn donkey which Brent has been searching for. Surprisingly, he did not buy said donkey. We also tried to explore the craft fair (know as the Crap fair by my dear cousin, Suz). We got overwhelmed by the crafts and found a grassy patch to rest our heads.

Sitting by a tree. Looking cool.

Sitting by a tree. Looking cool.

The parade was the highlight of the day for Edith. She got lots of candy and even a freeze pop (which were being pelted at our heads). I scored a rain gauge from a local politician. It was a big win for the family.

Lastly we had a great dinner at my cousins home where her parents and extended family welcomed us. A big thank you to those people who fed us and put up with our children. And thanks to Suz and her Big Dumb Hat.

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Someday soon I will post about other fun things that have been going on the last few months…like having a baby, going to Long Beach, California on a whim, and visiting the Wildlife Safari Park.

My History

Lately I have been thinking about me. My Nebraska. My family. My history. Did my family struggle in a sod house? Did they come here on the hopes that they would find a better life? I don’t know anything about my history. I have put in a request to my parents because all of the old people in my family are gone. I hope they know more than I do.

I complain about living in my tiny house (720 square feet) that has a huge yard and is close to 2 grocery stores, several bars and restaurants, and schools. How is is this hard? It’s not. I can’t imagine my family digging out a hill to create my home with my several children to farm a land filled with rattlesnakes and unknown creatures (yeah, yeah I’m talking about Willa Cather’s writing).

The only memory I know that hearkens to my history is one that my Great Grandfather gave me while sitting in a Runza in Kearney, Nebraska. He was born in 1916 I believe, maybe 1918. He lived out on a farm with his parents and his many siblings. His younger sister had polio. They traveled via horse, to school, to other farms, etc. One day, when I was 18, he told me about how he had to rescue his polio ridden sister when a horse took off with her as she was sitting on the wagon. The horses took off for some reason in a scare and he had to jump on his horse and chase after them. He did and his sister was fine. I don’t know why he shared this story with me but I wish he had shared more. I hold onto this. I miss him. He was quiet and rarely spoke of anything, especially not his history. He died in 2005 and he was such an amazing part of my life.

So where did I come from? I know my roots are Nebraskan for at least the past 100 years. What happened before then? Where did this story start? What other stories am I missing out on? Someone please tell me!!!