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| My very first Wheatland was... |
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| Our First Writing Submission...Thank you My Name is Kevin Dale Haag and by first Wheatland was in 1982. I was born on April 14, 1982. I have only missed two days of the festival in all these years--due to a funeral on Friday and Saturday of 1990. I have enjoyed a multitude of Wheatland's infinite qualities. I am the newborn at which everyone googles. I am the boy in a baby-backpack--trying to sleep. I am the boy whose parents' names were written on my bracelet. I am the boy sucking my thumb and listening to stories under the Kid's Hill tent. I am the boy with the painted clown or Ninja-Turtle face. I am the proud boy carrying my own personal mini-lawnchair to and from the Main Stage. I am the boy who made green slime and dreamcatchers. I am the boy who snarfed elephant ears and lemonade. I am the boy who cuddled into the blanket on someone's lap while the Fiddle Puppets began their encore and The Cobb Brothers warmed-up backstage... (Do you remember the Fiddle Puppets or the Cobb Brothers?). I am the boy. I am the boy who collected your aluminum cans. I am the boy who stumbled, with his father, into the mystical drumming circle and disappeared for two hours of awe. I am the bou who finally was old enough to walk around alone... even after dark. I am the boy who went to the teen dance during the first year of its existence. I am the boy who started appreciating the music as much as the atmosphere. I am the boy who discovered the vertigious beauty of the Third Stage after dark. I am the boy who started making freinds. I am the boy with the camera. I am the boy who has benefited from Wheatland in more ways than I"ll possibly be able to see. I can thank Wheatland everytime someone says to me, "Wow! You have such an open mind! Gee, what kind of music DON'T you like?" |
| Helping folks out... The first year I went was the Second Annual Festival which was held at The Wernette farm (The First Wheatland Festival was held at the Rhode Farm, which is east of Remus). It was a rainy Saturday Afternoon, I was watching the Tigers on TV, when my brother came home, he came in the house and asked me to put some chains on the "A" (John Deere Tractor) and head for Wernette's. "What's going on?'" I asked. "There are people stuck in the field." he responded. As I got my raincoat on, and headed for the tractor shed, I wondered 'why are people stuck in the fields?' to myself. We arrived in pretty short order, and began to pull cars out, and the cold beers started floating in front of me. My, what a friendly bunch, I thought. Now it's tough to drive tractor and keep control of a beer, especially when the tractor, such as the A, has a hand clutch, but I'm here to tell you it can be done. Well, for two hours or so, we pulled cars out of the mud, to more solid ground. Finally finished, I parked the tractor. Only then was I able to hear the strains of a bluegrass band, from the corner of the pines, at the top of the hill. Since then, I'be been back every year, now with a family. The A has been there more than a few times too. |