County Fair – part five

Lottie did so well and I didn’t do too bad either! But from the sound of the crowd, I think I had the best audience. My brother and I were 2 of the 6 pigs left. One of the pigs reached out to nip Roys in the butt and she instantly got sent out. That girl was very angry and was the first show person I saw blow her top. Her dad came to gather her up as a Hispanic man who obviously was a hired hand, stepped up and took the pig. The father walked off with his angry daughter, but the judges didn’t even flinch. They were having a hard time eliminating the last few pigs.

We really had to step up our game.

“There never was a year the Christenson and the Shepherd didn’t take home the ribbon,” I heard my father say. “But at least I know my kids are doing the raising of the pig and to me, my kids win them hands down. They bought the judge anyway.”

I wanted to make my father proud.

I didn’t know how you buy a judge.

“I bet a judge is expensive,” I thought as I saw the judge slap Roy’s pig in the butt and hand him the 5th prize ribbon.

I felt the sweat drip down my back and another pigs butt was slapped and handed a ribbon. Only three left. It was down to me, the Shepherd girl, and the Christensons’ boy. It went for quite a while and finally my sweet little Lottie had done so well. I was so excited! I got the third place in the county fair in showmanship!

My brother Joe bent down and playfully slugged me in the shoulder

“Don’t get such a big head sis, but you were a beauty out there!”

All my family was so happy for me and praising me right and left. I turned to Joe.

“Sorry, bro. I can’t help but get a big head”

I was grinning from ear to ear.

“I’ll bet your pig gets the first prize when we sell her,” Dad commented proudly.

“What?”  I couldn’t believe my ears! Sell Lottie!

“Daddy, we don’t have to sell Lottie do we?”

I was struck with horror! Everyone stopped talking over each other excitedly.

“Sis, what did you think we were going to do?” Roy responded.

“No Dad! I can’t sell Lottie. I raised her. It’s like you selling one of us!”

Almost everyone started laughing. It wasn’t one bit funny. I was crushed!

Sitting down on the straw bail, Dad took me up on his knee.

“Sis, we have to…..”

I have no idea what he said next, nor did I care! My mouth turned down and my bottom lip popped out. I don’t care that everyone was going to see it! I also didn’t care that Joe stuck his taunting face right up, nearly touching his nose to mine.

“An airplane is going to land on that big lip,” he said.

My stubborn demon came to full attention, colliding with Mrs. Anger, and had a great big party. I’m going to be mad! I didn’t say a word! I’ll punish them by my silence, not taking into consideration they might enjoy it because I was seldom quiet.

About Sarah

The Compelling story of a young woman's courage, being born, raised and married in the sheltered dictatorship of FLDS Cult under the leadership and rule of Warren Jeffs. At eighteen I entered into an arranged marriage and happily fell in love with the love of my life. Richard S Allred was grandson and personal bodyguard to leader Rulon Jeffs and later Warren Jeffs. I lived my full married life in close surveillance of “the Prophets” family. I being the first of five wives, learned how to open my heart, arms, and home. A mother of six and wife of fourteen years, I lived for my family and lived wholeheartedly my religion. As the Leadership adjusted our world would be turned upside down and shaken. My Husband was a founder of the different secrets that were transpiring that people would only hear about years later. My children continually were kept from me and finally ripped away and I was "sent away" forever Being cast out, thrown into a world I was taught to abhor and fear my entire life. Entirely stripped of everything, home, family, friends, seemingly my very existence. Through adversity, I found strength within. I found my voice taking power, and learning my true potential. Fighting for my kids, going against everything I once knew and loved. Now thirty-six and a single mom of seven beautiful children I fight to give them a new life becoming strong and independent in this modern world.
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