A Big Thing Happened at Our Metropolitan County Fair
My Daughter Was Domesticated at the King County Fair
Let me tell you about the gist of the painting I display here. It's genesis was a short phone call from my forty something daughter.
Just the fact that she used a cell phone to call me from our largely urban county's big bash was a wild idea to me. I was still baffled about the notion of always carrying a phone along.
It was 2002 and I'd been busted by thyroid cancer, and in the midst of that cloudy state between surgery and the thrilling radioactive iodine zapper treatment, when a person can scarcely think the length of a sentence, can't drive, and wouldn't consider attending an event of mass celebration.
I'll set the scene regarding what a County Fair meant to me, prior to my Duckie's call. Entering my foods and crafts to the County Fair was a favorite part of my family raising summers. All year I practiced my domestic skills and eagerly showed them off at fair time, but I failed to pass this hobby on to my daughter.
She grew up eating hearty basic meals. Salt and pepper and margarine satisfied our youthful taste buds - my children's and mine - leaving the bold inherent flavors of the foods to proclaim the fullness of their flavor. Oregano and dill and a tin of yellow curry powder added variety to our home cooked whole foods meals, and that was what I passed on to my kids.
But my daughter is something else. She is a whiz with an herb and combines fresh vegetables with unexpected and delightful accents. Her cooking enhances flavors rather than covering them up, as I had expected, and wow was frequently my response to a taste test.
So the connection with the old fashioned fair food surprised me. It was a stretch just to imagine her taking the trouble to travel the 35 miles to the site. I knew she liked domesticated animals and horses, but couldn't envision her voluntarily putting herself in the midst of swirls of cotton candy and scone munching crowds, dusty straw-littered ground, to the tunes of carnival rider shrieks. But there she was.
My girl grew to excel in the fine art of contemporary cooking, far beyond my wildest imagination. I had been a country cook, following in my mom's tradition - nothing fancy, and none of today's cosmopolitan sensations. But I could whip up a clean house in no time. Still, canning wasn't in her purview and she didn't raise animals for show.
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The Title to this Small Mixed-Media Painting on Paper is: My Daughter Bought a Mop
It's intriguing how silly little events can become road marks in the course of our understanding. I thought my daughter was a dahlia and she turned out to be an orchid.
This painting and the photograph are copyrighted 2002 by Leslie Sinclair. Please do not copy.
The Content of My Painting
I was proceeding to mesh my recent conversion to Islam with my life, or rather - refining my viewpoint on life in general, and evaluating some of my thinking that I took for granted.
My sons, daughter-in-law and my only grandchildren had moved thousands of miles away and they didn't take kindly to what they imagined was in my spiritual evolution package.
I was still trying to unwind the gauze strips from complications of medical treatments, in my artwork
& then my daughter bought a mop!
Duckie never aspired to homemaker of the year status, so the county fair was the last place I'd expect her to go to buy a mop.
This Could Have Been The Very Mop She Bought at The Fair
Funny thing, but I never saw this remarkable purchase. She did sing its praises and remark on the way it banished frustration from her floor cleaning. She said it was the best part of the fair.
I'm all for simplifying and shortening the mopping task and this is a super mop that is Amazon's best seller.
I remember when my forward-thinking mom, as far back as the '50s, used to tell us about all the magnificent time-saving convenience we would have in my lifetime.
She envisioned a home with self-cleaning floors, a spray and vacuum system set in the cabinet baseboards, or something like that.
Still, she loved Duckie's story.
See More of Leslie Sinclair's Artwork
On this link you'll find photographs of an art opening featuring my artwork and links to other articles about my work.
My Daughter Bought a Mop is one of my more lighthearted works. I usually have a series of small drawings going while I place serious concentration on my larger paintings.
Some of my earlier work, focusing on the aftermath of Traumatic Brain Injury in a family member, can be seen on Leslie Sinclair Artist
Part of the Genesis of This Painting was the County Fair, so I'll enter it in Squidoo's County Fair Contest
- My County Fair
This is the very place where the daughter of my story made her fateful purchase.
You Can Eat A Scone Like Duckie and I Both Grew Up Eating - Fisher Scones Are Featured at the King County Fair
My daughter and I both grew up eating fresh home cooked meals and Fisher Scones were part of the fare. The Scone trailer pulled up at all our small town and country fairs, and though my daughter no longer makes them from the package, most Northwesterners do.
Our county fairs feature these very scones, made from the same recipe. They are fantastic, whether made at home or eaten at the Puyallup Fair.
That's what the locals call the King County Fair.
Your brunch guests will be impressed!
"A Big Thing?"
The big part of the mop buying was how it altered the way I thought, something I recall with each glimpse of the painting file.