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Huron Expositor, 2014-09-17, Page 1312 Huron Expositor • Wednesday, September 17, 2014 Whitney South, Huron Esposito The evening's winner, Amber Brodie stands with 2013-2014 Ambassador of the Fair, Danika Klaver Seaforth Ag Society welcomes their new ambassador Whitney South Huron Expositor Kicking off the Seaforth Fall Fair, four local contestants took the stage during 44th annual Ambassador of the Fair competition was held at the Agriplex on Sept. 11. Amber Brodie, 20, of Brucefield came out on top as the evening's winner, while runnerup went to Carly Shelken, 17, of Seaforth. The Friendship Award went to Allana Beuermann, 17, of Dublin. Elisabeth Van Bakel, 15, also from Dublin was crowned the Fall Fair's junior ambassador during a cere- mony on Sept. 13. 'TELEPHONE DIRECTORY DO WE HAVE YOUR NUMBER? It's time again for the ever popular SEAFORTH & AREA PHONE BOOK IF YOU... • Moved • Changed Your Number • Add Your Cell Phone • Have Your Number or Address Incorrectly Listed • Are New to Seaforth ...PLEASE CALL OUR OFFICE to arrange any changes necessary to ensure your Phone Book is up to date and correct! AkiZ%°%1- . kov.: 0* ‘10- cp Os' 0. .0-0,0 4,09 Seaforth iron Expositor 85m1A4 s5 -r .S7 E A6) R4T6- OR FAX US AT 519-527-2858 All about those country girls Amber Brody, Ambassador of the Fair 2014-2015 She's been in 4-H since she was nine years old, She wears overalls and has a heart of gold. She likes ATVs and trucks, and fishin' holes, But she's got a tender side. She don't let nobody tell her what to do, She thinks Jimmy Thompson's smile is lcinda cute. She loves her mom and dad and she loves Jesus too, Well some things you just can't hide. She's a country girl. Judges, past ambassadors, fel- low contestants and local farm- ers; although I do quote Paul Brandt on a regular basis, I'm about to tell you all about us country Orls. Starting at a young age, when you're about the size of a small square bale, country girls tend to follow their daddies around the barn, playing with the kittens and swimming in the corn wagon. The barn is their play- ground and there's no place they would rather be. When I started kindergarten 16 years ago, I absolutely hated it. All the little girls wanted to play house; I wanted to play bam. Weather time was my favour- ite. If it was sunny, then maybe I'd be able to ride in the truck or tractor with dad after school. The schoolyard wasn't my play- ground, there was gravel - not sfraw, swing - not a rope into the straw mound, and blacktop - not bales of hay. When you grow a little older, you get bigger and stronger too. You're given small chores like feeding calves, bringing dad or grandpa a drink out in the field or sweeping the floor. One day, when I was 7 or 8 years old, it was my tum to feed the calves. So, I brought the bottled milk replacer to the bam by golf cart. I mustn't have been paying atten- tion and I went off the laneway, just about rolling it. I knew I didn't want to make more milk replacer and I saw the bottles sliding off the vinyl seat. But, with my farm girl reflexes, I saved all that milk. After I fed the calves, I wanted to have a little fun sol jumped on my pet calf Buddy's hutch and onto the back of that poor Jersey. He bucked a bit at first, but after a few times he was almost like a horse. The horse I never had. I decided to only do this with Buddy because once he grew up; he ended up in my family's freezer. Growing up on a farm you're taught early about the facts of life, and sometimes you end up eating your pets. When you get older yet, at maybe 10 -years -old, you become proud ofyour farm. You learn you're a part of something keeping everyone from starving in the world, and you tell your friends about your farm. For show and tell in Grade 2,1 brought a couple old roosters VANASTRA LIONS CLUB APARTMENTS is looking for your support and assistance. We believe this work has never been more important than it is today. Members who believe in our goals and are willing to be active in their governance roles will help make a difference. If you feel you could be an asset to our organization, please submit in writing why you feel with your experiences you would like to join our management team and current Board members. Reply in writing to: Vanastra Lions Club Apartments 198 12th Street RR5 Clinton ON NOM 1L0 Or Email: vanlionclubapt@eastlink.ca and everyone, including my teacher, thought they were the ugliest and weirdest things. I just told them they were my pets, EMs and Ernest. Only a farm girl can find an old, one -toed, crownless rooster cute enough to cuddle. At 11 or 12 years old, you'll be pushed out to the field with the tractor. Up and down the bumpy field of stones. You'd think that after a while, there would be none left. But grandpa convinced me as a child that stones actually have babies each spring. Picking stones is probably one of the worst jobs on the farm, but as my dad would always say, "The only thing worse than picking stones, is picking the same stone twice so don't miss the bucket." That's a pretty positive thought about picking stones, but the only one I can think of is: at least you get a nice farmer's tan from it On a friend night, when you're 16, you'll want to go out with your friends, but chores always come first. It seems like the mincing won't finish soon enough and the tractor won't go fast enough, butyou know it will get done. Chances are, you'll get covered in dirt and dust, and you'll smell like a barn, but I think that smells like home. You'll have a shower, get in your best jeans and plaid shirt, put on your cowboy boots and head out in a pickup truck to a good old-fashioned Huron County party; in a bam of course. When I went off to college in Sarnia last September, I asked some of my friends what their definition of a partywas. They told me, going to a club and dancing a little. A coun- try girl's definition of a party is 300 of your classmates cramming into an old darkbam, blasting country music and doing the two-step. You'll probably meet a boy there. You'll watch his 4-H competitions; he'll watch yours. He'll bring you to your prom in cow- boy boots. You'll dance around the barn in your coveralls and he'll take you for a ride on his big green tractor. He might not let you drive, but he will let you bake him a pie or cookies. Because we all know the best way to a man's heart in through his stomach. One day, you'll get married and you'll say, "You can let go now daddy:He won't want to, but you'll assure him you'll always be his little girl. Your first dance with your husband will most likely be some country song by Lee Brice or Josh Tumer, and your honeymoon in the hay mound on the second floor of the barn. Next thing you know, you're going to have your own little country girl. You'll teach her everything you know and she'll be just like you. She'll follow her daddy around the barn, feed the cattle or chickens, play around the barnyard and brag to her friends about her cool farm. She'll get dirty, probably go to a party at the same farms you did. She'll find a man, settle down and have her own little country girl. I hope to continue this tradition, as Huron County has a long line of country girls, and if you or I were to move to the city there'd be no straw, cows or land. You defi- nitely wouldn't get stuck behind a tractor. It would be like going to kindergarten all over again because, you can take the girl out the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl.