A House Full of (War Eagle) Memories
For some, dusting is a chore. For me, it's a trip down memory lane. My house is filled with beautiful creations from the hands of decades of War Eagle Fair exhibitors. Some of these pieces were gifts. I purchased some of them. Some of them have been passed down to me from family members. This summer, I will turn 35. I have spent my entire life at and around the War Eagle Fair. From before I was born until midway through my twenties, the Ozark Arts and Crafts Fair Association (the non-profit organization that runs the Fair) sponsored three events each year: an arts and crafts fair in the spring and the fall, and a teaching seminar in the summer. There are many stories of me at these events throughout the years. I was tiny (maybe two or three) when I brought the Seminar to a screeching halt because I had "gone missing." Turns out, I had actually gone with one of the seminar students to check the beans she had cooking in the cabin that she was renting. I pro