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Main Street activities at Pumpkin Fest a
reminder of days past

by John Suhr

The night of the Pumpkin Fest parade was sure to remind old-timers of days past from stories told to me over the years about how Main Street was always full.

The light breeze and cool temps made for a perfect night to enjoy a great parade. Those who thought they would find a parking spot a few minutes before the 7 p.m. start learned a valuable lesson I’m sure they will remember next year. Main Street was not only packed from one end of the parade route to the other, but the side streets and parking lots were just as full as vehicle after vehicle piled into town to watch over 70 units participate in the lighted parade.

It was a much different night than the first night parade Webster hosted following the ribbon cutting and opening of Main Street. It was not snowing, blowing and cold. But that same enthusiasm from participants and those watching were just as excited to see an evening of lights, candy and fun.

Pumpkin Fest did not start or stop with the night parade. Saturday was filled with morning and early afternoon events that offered a variety of activities for visitors and residents. Some to the point that people had to make a choice and yet later in the afternoon might have been looking for something to do.

Saturday night was finished off with a huge crowd attending the Legion turkey shoot playing bingo in hopes of getting a turkey and having a great time visiting with friends.

It was also a big day for Day County’s Celebration of Hope as they crowned the Pumpkin king, queen, prince and princess. In the first year it was a $300 event for what was known as Relay For Life and now topped the $3,000 mark.

Kudos to to all who put on a great festival and a fun filled day for everyone in attendance.


A self victory is an empowering thing

by Amanda Fanger

“I wish I’d have started that training program about two weeks sooner,” I thought to myself as I pumped my legs along the street during the seventh annual Pumpkin Fest 5k run in Webster.

Going into the race last Saturday, I had a few major goals; one was not to collapse midway through, another was to actually cross the finish line and the last was to come in under 40 minutes.

Other runners and people already at the finish line cheered me on as I took the final strides to complete the dash. My finish time of 37:38 is not a fast time but considering I’ve never run such a distance before, I am quite proud of myself.

As I said before, on the day of the race I was only just finishing up week five of an eight-week training program. The furthest run distance I had put in prior to the 5k had been 2.75 miles. A 5k run is 3.1 miles.

Knowing this is how it would play out in my training schedule, I remember thinking to myself, “eh, .26 miles more won’t be that big of a deal. I can push myself through that, easy!”

But oh boy did that extended distance ever make a difference.

Since starting this endeavor of training physically, I’ve discovered that running is almost more of a mental thing than physical. I mean, sure you have to be in shape and train to run so far, but the real trick is not letting your body talk your head into doing less than what you know you’re capable of doing.

When you think you’re done, you just have to push harder. Dig deep to go farther. Believe you really are capable of doing so.

The sense of victory I felt as I crossed the finish line was priceless. To have accomplished something that too few people do in their lifetime was amazing. I wouldn’t exactly call it a “Superman” feeling, but more like a new-found confidence in myself that I can truly do anything I set my mind to.

After the race, someone said to me, “I’ll bet you’re going to become one of those people who’s addicted to exercise now, aren’t you?”

I told them, “I think I already am.”

I may not be ready to run a full marathon like John and LeAnn do, but I’m not saying it’s out of the question either. Maybe someday. After a few more 5ks are under my belt. We’ll see.

Besides, I’m only just starting week six of my eight-week training program.


The traditions of Halloween

by Emre K. Erku

It has always been my second favorite holiday next to St. Patrick’s Day. Dressing up like ghouls and goblins to celebrate the dead, or throwing a wig on and sporting a headband around my head as if I were Sylvester Stallone in Rambo. And, of course, the big bags of candy and the gut rot...well not so much the gut rot, but it’s worth it.

In the minds of many sources, the holiday came to be as a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Celtic culture. As the winter months impatiently wait around the corner, many believed it was a gateway to the dead. Angels, saints, martyrs, beings of the sort, were then honored amongst the living via dressing up.

Nowadays, in my still tender youth, it’s a night of immersing yourself into the creation of your own imagination, creeping door-to-door in the shadows of the night for delicious candy and huddling close to your loved ones in front of the television showing nightmarish movies that sometimes stay with you until it’s time to say goodbye to the world.

That’s the part I love most about Halloween.

My older brother was the one to always orchestrate my suffering. Under my parents’ noses in my suburban basement, he would force me to watch the classic Halloween specials: The Shining, Halloween series, Nightmare on Elm Street series, Friday the 13th series and, my most feared and most psychologically torturous, Child’s Play. I’m a quarter century old and I’m STILL afraid of Chucky (thanks, bro).

So, I write to you today in an effort to prevent such things from happening. Yes, I haven’t the slightest clue of what it’s like to be a father, but I know what it’s like to be the younger sibling of the family. In many cases you don’t have a choice in what goes on around you. You’re left at the “mercy” of your older brother or sister, and Halloween night is the perfect time for the older children of the family to earn their keep.

At the same time, however, scary movies are unbelievably fun to watch.

So, please, parents and older siblings alike, let the fun and horror be at the best of your discretion, because, like I said, I still wonder if Chucky taps on my bedroom door at odd hours of the night.

Fair warning to all.


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