Imagine you are watching a movie and the scene takes place in a small southwestern town, at the annual festival. Local musicians are on stage: young girls with violins and guitars, men trying their hand at singing to a recorded track, little girls in frilly dresses singing broadway tunes. Politicians are out en force, with their signs and bumper stickers, manning booths. There’s an auction going on, bushels of peaches going to the highest bidder. Announcements are being made about the winners of the cook-off from earlier in the day. People cool themselves with handheld political fans while they stand in line for homemade ice cream and fried pies. Toby Keith plays over the sound system while signs are everywhere giving Jesus all the glory. Dogs and babies are having a day out. It’s hot and sunny. Men wear cowboy hats; women stroll with umbrellas.
And there you’d sit in the movie audience, thinking “Man, this is really over the top.” And I would have to agree with you. But on July 17, 2010, at the Stratford Peach Festival in Stratford, Oklahoma, it was all of that and more.
And my friend Lise and I did just as we were supposed to do as visitors: we strolled and looked at the vendors selling homemade food and crafts, bought snacks and eyed fresh produce. I bought an apron that a nice lady had made. Then we each got a peach fried pie, and ate while waiting in line for peach ice cream and peach iced tea, all the while commiserating with a stranger on how hot it was and how the line should be in the shade. We mosied over to the pavilion to catch some talent and watch part of the peach auction. Lise visited with another stranger about her daughter selling pies and snowcones in another Oklahoma town. Little kids were dancing and some boys were fanning their dog to keep it cool. We had to revisit a roasted nut stand so I could get cinnamon almonds to take home. Then off we went to purchase our share of the delicious fresh peaches.
Looking back, I would say it was just about as perfect as a small town festival could be. It was one of those days when you feel lucky that you got to step into the scene and experience it — entertaining while you are there and nice to remember when you eat your warm peaches at home. So, to you Okies, if you ever get a chance to go to the Stratford Peach Festival, I can recommend it. Oh — and the peaches are good, too.