Missouri Town 1855

This little treasure is not to far from where I live, and this weekend was the Fall Festival. My mom called wanting to visit her granddaughter (not me mind you, her son, but her granddaughter :)) and suggested that. Sara agreed and we went. This is how I remember Missouri Town. Turns out that Mom specifically went to this mostly when there was a festival going on. the rest of the time it's just empty and quiet. Peaceful, but quiet.

This time they had the blacksmith running, all the houses were open and you would wander into them (Side note: all the houses in Missouri town were pulled from various parts of the state, and all from around the mid 1800s, one in particular (the lawyer's house, comes from a town I have roots from, Marysville).

Anyway, the food was delicious (Bratwurst, corn on the cob, and apple cobbler made in a Cast Iron dutch oven) and the crafts were neat (making rope, soap, quilting, yarn, etc) and the houses were always fun to visit.

Now onto Nora. Since it was active she could see more and do more. Her most active things? Looking at the chickens (Mommy-daddy Chickens Hi Chickens Bawk Bawk Bawk) and petting the Ox (to here it was a cow) and looking at the mules (which to her was Horses)

Only downside was a woman, who after my daughter pointed to her dog and said "puppy" to which we agreed, snipped at us saying it was a "service dog that was 6.5 years old". Well la-dee-flippin-da. My dog is 8 and she still calls her a Puppy.. well she calls her Tootsie but still....

Regardless, we had a wonderful time and tuckered poor Nora out. I've never really seen my daughter, who's fighting for any and all independence of the stroller, ask me to put her in it. :)

This coming weekend is Ren Fest Part III: The Final for the Year. Just turns out October is a busy month for us.