I have a list of things and places you should be able to say you did or visited. Kutztown Folk Festival is one of those places. So today I took Dave there. My parents took us there as kids sevral times when we were younger (all six of us).
We followed the directions given by the festival website for the ride up. Blue Route to Northeast Extension and west on 78. It took a little over an hour.
We had the obligatory funnel cake (mine with birch beer; Dave's with coffee). We shared a table with a family from New Jersey, here for the second time. Mom, Dad and three children. They commented that when searching for directions online they came across the Kutztown Fair which should not be confused with the Folk Festival.
The festival seems bigger than I remember but since we are talking more than 30 years ago that's not suprising. My memory was that there were more demonstrations than crafts but that could be because it was better for mom and dad to steer six kids to watch the re-enactment of a hanging than through craft booths. As Dave said, "Six pairs of little hands would have been dangerous". Another memory for me was that it was always at least 90 degrees or more. The picture is of the cooling place. I remember walking through the mist many times as a child. Today, however, was gorgeous!
We did purchase a Christmas gift. For obvious reasons I won't say for whom. Dave managed this very well considering he is a Christmas eve shopper and this is actually the second gift we've purchase this year and it isn't even Labor Day yet! I steadfastly refused to buy any hats or bonnets!
For dinner we had schnitzel. A first for me and it was just as good as Dave said it would be. The woman preparing the sandwiches gave Dave a second piece because the first appeared too small to her!! It looked plenty big enough to us! We passed on French Fries hoping to save room for desert but there wasn't any room.
As is our custom we took a different route home through Lyons and Fleetwood south on 662 to 422.
2 comments:
Thanks for emailing the link! This is my favorite post (so far!) I love walking through the mist too. We went last year on the Fourth of July and it was about 100 degrees out, so the mists were welcome.
Love, Amy
Oh Amy! Thank you for posting. It's your Dad's fault that it was so hot. The heat followed him from when we were kids so he could pass it on to his own! :)
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