The past couple of years I have been trying to concentrate on Ohio sight seeing, such as the giant ears of corn in dublin last Christmas, the Train Museum in Worthington a couple of weeks ago, and the Italian Festival last weekend. Today it was the Apple Butter festival sans Mark. As you get older, our parents take more and more of our time requiring simple tasks to be done, just the nature of the beast. So this weekend Mark had to head into Steubenville to help his mom with cleaning and simply visiting, and I headed to the festival with neighbors Kelly and Rob, better known simply as THE ROBS.
Childhood comes back as fresh slices of bread with a heaping of applebutter poured on is inhaled, listening to bluegrass music and realizing that over 150 years ago, my great-great-great grandfather became the first mayor of Groveport (location of festival) and he may have walked where I was sitting enjoying my day. In fact, I can guarantee it.
Below are pictures of the festival. Didn't take a lot, but oh well. Little irritated that I forgot my selfie stick after I had asked and asked for it for my birthday!
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