
Josh and Corinne are always good sports, but in this case, my roommate Pisey was a better sport because she got the raw end of the deal. I had seen an ad in the newspaper about a strawberry festival and chicken dinner in historic Sagertown, PA, just down the road from Erie. I recruited Pisey to accompany me to this festival, hoping it would be like a kermess in El Paso, with rides, games, tons of people, and tons of good food. It was supposed to be at St. Bernadette's parish. We hit a few yard sales on the way out of town and then hit the open road - two lane blacktop through the rolling farmland of Amish Country - the French Creek Amish of Western NY and PA to be precise. So we get there, and the painted sign on the town common says that the festival is two weeks away. We go home and eat at Cracker Barrel. I'm ill for days. Fast forward to the actual day of the strawberry festival and this time my riding buddies are Josh and Corinne. When we get to Saegertown, it's equally quiet and empty,but the sign's still up. I see a church a street away from the main drag so we loop around and park behind it. A couple of people are going inside, so we follow. It turns out to be a regular old church dinner like any other with chicken, beans, and potatoes. No fresh strawberries, no games, no rides. The lemonade and coffee are rationed. The dessert is a bake-sale variety of cake and cookies. Strawberry mush floats in water in a punch bowl. There's an announcer selling tickets for a raffle over the public address system, and he is loud--which is good, because in the sea of white hair there may be some deafness. I ate my 1/2 chicken and we made our way out the door. I saw these lovely flowers on the driveway out. Maybe someone can tell me what they are in the comments. There's also blue hydrangeas all around but I haven't photographed them yet.