Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Local Festival


I love festivals and there are plenty in this part of country. One of the more popular festivals in Fort Wayne is the Three Rivers Festival. We try to go at least one day every year. This year was no exception. It's fun for the kids, it's relatively inexpensive and not too far to drive.

There is a big fountain in the middle of the park which becomes quite a draw for the kids (and some adults) on especially hot days. My grandson thought it was quite funny that grandma stood in the middle of the fountain to cool off. This photo was taken right after that.


We enjoyed lots of treats as we walked down 'food alley'


And when we were finished we walked back through the park to get to our car. We stopped near the "Old Fort" (it is THE fort for which the city was named) to ride a couple of old fashioned bicycles.

The Fort will often open up the old buildings and have people in period costumes, I enjoy it. But I understand there are some folks divided here on whether or not the Old Fort should be torn down to make way for new development (I hope it never happens).

Back to the old fashioned bicycles. Here's my son's group...


And here I am with my other half

8 comments:

freebird said...

It sounds like you've had a very busy and full summer so you ought to be ready for the BJP start in September. I need to finish April and start May for this year yet.

I hope they don't tear down the old fort. It just seems everything gives way to more cement and crowd packing areas.

girl_gone_thread_wild said...

whoey! Summer seems to fit you best of all, brings out your inner kid and may I just tell you that your SMILE makes ME smile BIG?!!!

ok, where can I get a bike like that? Race you to the finish line....

~Me :)

KV said...

Love that bike, Grace!


Kathy V in NM

Lisa said...

Hi there! I just wanted to stop by and say congratulations for winning the heart it forward challenge on ArtLikeBread! By the way, your pictures are great, it made me remember how much fun these local carnivals and fairs can be! I was wondering if you were close to Angola. We usually vacation at Pokagon State Park (Potawatomi Lodge) every year with my husband's family and LOVE it! Take care! Lisa C. www.abeadaday.blogspot.com

abeadlady said...

Looks like you all had a good time. Great pics. I need one of those bikes to peddle around here.

Arline

Phyl said...

...I know those grandkids LOVE having a wild and fun granny who would stand in the fountain to cool off on a hot day!I just love it; sounds like something I would do also...it's so VERY, VERY good to have you back blogging and getting out and about.We love and missed you!Thanks for sharing your summer escapades!

Dot said...

Sorry it has been so long since I visited Grace! I think of you very day when I look at my beautiful beaded doll (I will never tire of looking at her every day).

Sounds like you are having a wonderful summer. Love the photo's. You look very happy and relaxed.

Sending much love your way.

Dot xx

P.S Am doing a doll give away on my blog. Would love you to enter!

Pursuing Art... said...

Looks like you all are having a great time Grace! Great memories for the summer!

~Lisa ;-)

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