It is just a little owie, it didn’t even bleed. I remember I used to ration Band-Aids for the kids by saying, “Show me the blood.” No blood, no Band-Aid.
I have no idea when or how I got this owie, but since it is on the tip of my little finger, it is proving to be an annoying, aggravating problem.
This morning, I wanted to clip my fingernails. That particular one proved to be a bit painful. As I went through my daily activities, somehow that fingertip kept getting in the way. Now as I am typing this column, it reminds me every time I tap a computer key with it that there is an owie.
The best thing about this owie is it is minor, and in a couple of days time, I won’t even remember that it was ever there, and that is a good thing, because I have some busy days later this month.
One big event in Tigerton on Sept. 27 is Tigerton Main Street’s annual Applefest. It is held under the shelter in the park, with pie contests, vendors and more. Local apple growers usually have apples available for purchase.
Sunday, Sept. 28, is St. John Lutheran Church’s 48th annual Harvest Festival. This year they are having broasted chicken as well as Swiss steak. It is hard to believe that this dinner has been held longer than what I have lived in Tigerton.
I moved here in 1969 when “farmer husband” and I got married. I remember baking pies for the dinner, and I am still doing that. Over the years, I have done a multitude of jobs to help.
In the early years, before the kitchen and dining hall were added to the church, it was served in the church school building, just down the street. I remember standing and doing dishes by hand.
About 20 years ago, the new addition was made to the church, and the old school building was sold. The new kitchen has a dishwasher. I also remember standing at that dishwasher, shoving dishes into the trays, and sliding them into the washer, and pulling down the side.
I have done a lot of other jobs. Some years, I carried the heavy packed roasters and got them into the oven, or Nescos, so they could heat and finish cooking. I would no longer be able to handle that job. I used to fry the steak. Some years I packed the steak into roasters, and for a few years, I was assigned to make the cole slaw.
One year I peeled potatoes, another year I cut pies. I am not sure why I thought cutting pies would be easy, I found it was not. Last year I signed up to wait tables. That was a job I was always shy about doing, but I found I enjoyed it, so I signed up for the same job this year.
I am looking forward to busy Tigerton and also the late September beautiful display of autumn color that will be forming in our small community. I am also looking forward to the healing of this annoying, tiny, owie.
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