Saturday, July 30, 2005

Crazy Days

*singing* Sunday, Monday, Crazy Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Crazy Days.... wait, that's not right.

So, this weekend my little town celebrates Crazy Days, prices are slashed, sidewalk sales for miles and miles and everyone goes shopping... or at least I'm told that's what use to happen a good 30 years ago.

My husband tell me that they stocked up on school clothes and stuff for the house at Crazy Days back in the day. Now there are about 4 stores down town and a few at the local mall that actually participate. Does Walmart participate? Heck no! These dozen stores that do participate put out the merchandise from the last two seasons that hasn't sold (wonder why), mark it down maybe 50% off, more or less depending on what it is.

I understand that all things change and sometimes things can never go back to the way they were. But why can't Crazy Days be as great as it was back in it's hay day? I want to spend hours on the town square shopping around. I want there to be live music and little hot dog stands. I want local farmers selling fresh berries and corn. I want local churches to have bake sale cookies. I want a Jupiter Jump for the little kids to jump around in and maybe a pony ride too. Is this really too much to ask for? I guess it is.

To everything there is a season, and time to every purpose under the heavens: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which has been planted; a time to kill, a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

1 comment:

Jan said...

Ah, yes. Enid's crazy days. They were a holiday I tell ya! Stores all around the east, north and west of the square. Racks and racks of clothes with more deals inside. You could get a huge rice krispie treat and a bottle of Pepsi for a buck and I'm pretty sure every family in town stopped by. Those really were the days. It all came to a screeching halt when the mall opened (1985?). I'm sorry you missed it all!