The bazaar went pretty good...better than I expected it to go anyway.  We didn't have as many vendors this time, but it seemed that it all worked out.  It was a beautiful day and we were even able to open the bay doors to help increase publicity.  That has always been a problem...publicity.  Despite the fact that I fax public service announcements to all the local papers, tv stations, and radio stations...despite the fact that fliers are hung around town...despite the fact that we have three HUGE banners we had professionally made for this occasion...we still don't have the publicity that we would like. 

The giant pot of beans was not wasted!  We sold the whole pot at a $1 a bowl.  That is pretty good profit considering the whole pot cost me about $2 to make!  Whew hew!  The cornbread was a big hit as well.  Oh, and the fudge...we sold it at a quarter a piece and sold almost all of it.  This one man bought $5 worth and proclaimed that it was the best fudge he had ever eaten.  I felt sorry for him and gave him the recipe, lol.  I think he couldn't believe the whole thing when he read it, though, because it is so easy.

I made a few purchases from the vendors and very much enjoyed seeing the returning folks who I have gotten to know over the years.  One older lady calls me every few weeks (she is in her 80's).  She crochets and I usually buy a doll from her that has crocheted clothes and blankets.  Another older lady was selling Christmas cards, so I bought some from her; as well as two of her published poetry books. 

And then there is the Native American Indian man.  He has came to our bazaar each year and we just love him.  He is an older gentleman and he sells handmade dream catchers, necklaces, earrings, and other various Indian crafts.  I have never had a good chance to talk to him, but yesterday I decided I was going to do just that.  I stood and talked to him and his wife for a good 1/2 hour or more.  I fully intend on talking to him more if I ever get the chance.

He discussed his mother, who was a full American Indian and lived to be 110 years old.  She gave birth to him and his twin brother when she was 57 years old.  The stories about her were fascinating!  How she made herbal concoctions and he never had to see a doctor while growing up, how she delivered babies in the mountains of our county and trapsed through heavy rain and storms to get there, and how her ghost stories were the best ever.  He said she "knew things" and could predict the weather and other natural occurences. 

I had purchased a dream catcher from him for a friend and at the end of the bazaar he came into the concession stand carrying another one.  He handed it to me and told me to hang it where the children sleep and gave me the following slip of paper:

Dream Catcher

An old Indian legend says that the night air is filled with good and bad dreams.  The dream catcher catches the dreams as they go by.  The good dreams know the way and slip through the center hole, then slide gently down the soft feathers.  The bad dreams, not knowing the way, get caught in the web and perish at first light.  Dream catchers were hung on cradle boards and other places in the lodge for all to have good dreams.  Hang one above your bed and happy dreaming!

Now, I was online searching about some other information he had told me about when I came across this lovely piece of garbage.  I was so angry when I read this that I could have spit!  Oh, and be sure to check out the whole collection of craziness at www.demonbusters.com.  I am, quite openly, a Christian.  However, this kind of thing is wayyyyy over the top!   According to him, those of Native American descent are cursed for their ancestor's evil ways of worshipping idols and demons.  Yeah, you heard me right!!  Apparently, you are also going to have demon problems if you are related to some indians, have dream catchers in your home, have candles in your house, eat the wrong foods, celebrate just about any holiday, find their midi annoying and want to turn it down, are depressed, have diabetes, if your children have stuffed animals and dolls, have a child who died of SIDS, say "take care" to someone when they leave, and much much more.  I think my favorite one was casting out demons on a toddler who will not potty train.  Hehehee...they say that the name of the demon is "you can't make me" and it MUST be cast out.  Personally, I think that "no" is the name of another toddler demon that needs to be cast out too, but who am I to say?  Good grief.  By the way, I am not MOCKING these people (because that is a no no too), I'm just saying that I think they are a bit over the top and wrong about some things.  Who knows?  Maybe not all of it...but definately most of it.

Ugh, anyway, I am going to get some stuff done around here before I go to bed.  More to come!