Yesterday, Spouse and I traveled to my mom's home, which is two hours from us. We wanted to see Mom and my sisters, and visit with our sister-in-law and her new husband. Actually, she's not officially our sister-in-law anymore. We lost my brother in June of 2000 and his beloved re-married last year.
It was a great day for driving and we had a very nice visit with everybody. We stayed for a few hours, enjoyed a meal together, and caught up on each others' lives. On our way home, we took what we call the backroads. We hadn't traveled those roads for a long time and some of the scenery had changed a bit, but it was still a peaceful drive through miles and miles of beautiful farmlands and quaint little towns.
As we entered Jamestown, we encountered a "road closed" sign. Beyond the sign, we could see what appeared to be a street fair in progress. Since we weren't in a hurry, we parked and walked to the center of town and enjoyed the festivities. We found craft and food booths of all sorts and there were rides set up for the younger crowd. The atmosphere was festive and the weather could not have been better. Music was playing and a professional auctioneer was accepting bids for what looked to be items donated by the townspeople. According to the large banner strung across the road, we had walked into the Jamestown Bean Festival.
We assumed we'd see beans everywhere - green beans, baked beans, canned beans, cooked beans, or fresh picked beans and things made from beans. We walked up and down the main street, browsing the booths and wondering where to find beans. I thought it might be nice to buy some fresh ones and cook them myself. We saw people walking around with hot dogs, funnel cakes, and cotton candy, but no one had beans. We finally decided to leave and we walked backed to the van. We were a little puzzled that although we'd walked the length of the Bean Festival, we hadn't seen a single bean. How odd is that?
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