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| Greek Festival |
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| Evie and Barb Cassell enjoying the Yazzou Festival |
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| Baklava Cometh |
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| This Gentleman Made Fifty Three 18X24 inch Trays of Baklava for the Festival |
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| Enjoying the Festival |
Up just before six to hear and see at least sixteen bass boats roar out of the Long Point Marina and head either north or south on the lake, no doubt to their sweet spot. I had forgotten the sounds of early morning boats since I heard them last, probably sometime in October. It makes me giggle to see them race off to 'catch that fish' as if it's their waiting for them. Actually, I think it's a macho thing, like goosing your motor cycles as you head off, especially if there are people around to watch. Anyways, it's a warm 57, going up to the 80's and supposed to be sunny all weekend, another great day to enjoy.
Friday was an almost perfect day, if I hadn't had to drop my Honda off at the glass shop to get a new windshield. Not that it was that time consuming, but neither of us wanted to leave the lake, even for a 15 minute ride to get there. And that was about it for what I did for the day. It's strange to think back and wonder what you did yesterday and not remember a thing. It must mean I did not do much!
I know I sat on the dock, 'copping rays', as we used to say in college, reading the third Kurt Wallander novel, The White Lioness. It was a perfect day, warm, with a cool breeze, puffy clouds floating in the blue sky. Nothing like a June day. O, yea, we did try some weeding with the boat, Evie driving slowly, me sitting on the back, dragging a rake, to little success. We must look strange to other boaters, wondering what in the world we are doing. A good question. I did, however, cut lake weeds for about an hour, filling up a rubber tub. I pull the lake rake along the bottom, gather the weeds, and put them in the floating tub, which I tie around my waist with a rope so it does not float away. Like weeding in the yard which I like to do, there is a sense of accomplishment when you gather a huge swath of weeds and fill your basket. I try to fill at least one tub a day. The tubs add up and I can see progress!
Around 6:00, we drove into Jamestown to the Yazzou Festival, to enjoy the Greek food and dancing and see our good friend Barb Cassell, from Hudson. She grew up in Jamestown comes back every year to the festival to see family and friends. In fact, her father, Terry Jonethis, started the festival thirty years ago. When we got there, it was impossible to find a place to park, as all the side streets were occupied. Finally, a visitor pulled out about a quarter of a mile a way and we parked our car. When we got there, at least fifty people were waiting to get in to the tent and church yard. Obviously, it's a very popular event in Jamestown and it seemed like everyone in Jamestown was there. Once inside, long lines led to the food tables where we could get almost anything Greek, gyros, spinach or cheese boreks, baklava, ravani, pastitisio, and of course, Greek beer called OPA. People either sat at tables, under the tent eating and listening to the Greek music and watching the dancers, or socialized outside the tend, around the bar, in the yard surrounding the church. It was a good night for the festival, not to hot, lots of food and drink, what more could we ask for.
We spent most of the evening catching up with Barb, about her family and the news from Hudson. All her boys are doing well. It was fun being with her as she seems to know everyone, either friends from high school, the church, camp, or family. This seems to be a big deal for her family, as relatives come from as far away as Washington, just to be part of this festival, a family tradition obviously. In fact, her grandparents used to live in the house across the street from the church and she remembers lots of parties there when she was younger. We had a great time, watched her dance with friends later in the evening, and headed home around 9:30. A great night at the Yazzou Festival.
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