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.
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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
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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.