Two Noras: August 4, 1914 and August 4, 2021

Nora Bauer: Tuesday, August 4, 1914

Mamie & Anna went to Milwaukee at 4:10 this morning. Aunt Kate & Mrs. [Isibs? Gibs?] went with them. Saw Mrs. Bauman up town. She said Nora Halbleib was home. 

Nora Spitznogle: Wednesday, August 4, 2021

Worked at Second Helpings today, followed by a Tonic Ball meeting. Raced to the State Fair to get in before they closed the gates. Had a nice walk around. 

Oh my goodness Grandma Nora, so much juicy information in this post....I've spent way too long trying to decipher the names and looking through newspaper archives. 

I assume that Nora's sisters, Mamie and Anna, and her aunt, Kate, were going to visit Kate's daughter, Sister Hyacinth, at the Sisters of Notre Dame convent. 

My research on the visiting Nora didn't turn up a dang thing either. 

Busy day for me - work followed by a Tonic Ball meeting. It's the big meeting where we choose the bands that will be covered for the November event. I had to scoot out before the final decision was made - not that I could share the news anyway! 

I made it into the Fairgrounds just in time. I hightailed to the Indiana Arts Building. I slipped in the door just a few minutes before the building closed at 8:00. Fans of the Ugly Lamp contest have been asking to see the second and third place entries. This year produced a bumper crop of not-so-pretty lamps. It must have been hard to choose.

I had a Wafflewich from the Dairy Bar for dinner - a buttermilk waffle grilled cheese. I didn't love it, but it's a fun idea. I looped around the Fairgrounds on the tractor shuttle and landed by the Free Stage. It was rocking on that side of the Fairgrounds. Josh Turner has a great fan base and people were happy and cheering. There was even line dancing happening in the bar tent.

It still feels odd to have a cocktail at the Fair, but who am I to resist change? I ordered the boozy slush – it may be called something else, but that’s what it is. It’s made with Jim Beam bourbon, lemonade, and peach slush. It was delicious – one was enough. One of my many rules around drinking alcohol is that if it’s served with a straw, one is plenty.

By the time I was carded, wrist-banded, ordered, paid, and got the straw wrapper bits out of my drink, Josh was singing his last song. I did have a lovely conversation with a friend (and fan of Dad) and her lovely mama on the way out.

Back home to write by Day Four State Fair blurb for NUVO.