Several people have asked me what I want to do with my life if my writing doesn't work out. Besides the obvious answer--keep writing until it does work out--I tell them I want to be a historical reenactor, and they look at me like I'm some sort of naïve Disney character.
But I just found the perfect place to work as a historical reenactor: Silver Dollar City. Everyone from the shopkeepers to the ticket-sellers to the people who run the rides and sweep the pavement is wearing clothes from the 1880s.
I've been on tons of vacations, most of them to tropical places. We've used our timeshare to go to Mexico and Florida and all other sorts of hot places. But now that we live in Texas, Mom and Dad would rather go someplace cooler, and I can't blame them. So we traded our timeshare for a trip to Branson, and I had a blast.
We went to Silver Dollar City our first day there. This place is the self-proclaimed Home of American Craftsmanship, and whoever dubbed that term was right! They have everything there--a blacksmith, a glass-blower, a chandler, a woodcarver, a seamstress....
And everything they sold was expensive. I understand the prices! I'm a craftsman myself. I wouldn't sell a full-sized crocheted afghan for any less than $100, yet I wouldn't pay $100 for one. But $60 for a hand-carved wooden ladle?
"It's probably half a day's work," the guy who was trying to sell it said. "It'll last forever."
I spent three weeks working on a baby afghan that I ended up selling for $55, but I decided not to argue. I contented myself with a spaghetti spoon and three wooden plaques that I glued together into a Jacob's Ladder-type arrangement and hung on my wall.
I appreciated a lot more than the few deals I was able to get. Immediately, I fell in love with the cooler temperatures and the Culver's. We don't have Culver's in Texas. I guess Braum's is the closest thing we have to it, but it's not the same--they sell shakes, not frozen custards, and they don't have Flavor of the Day.
My mom made sure we were busy in Branson. We spent two days at Silver Dollar City and one at White Rapids, the much smaller waterpark owned by the same people. I went on rides that I never thought I'd go on, like the water ride where the floor drops out from under you. I kept meaning to shout "Pull the lever, Kronk!" but it never happened. I was too busy holding my nose.
My favorite day was probably the day Dad took my sister and me back to Silver Dollar City. I only went on two rides and spent the rest of the day perusing the shops. I came home with a cookie the size of my face. Then, after a dinner of smoked chicken we brought with from home, we went to see a show. Two of the performers were from the part of Texas I live in, and one of them has relatives who run the store we get our pool serviced at. It's crazy how small the world is.
What was your favorite vacation? Where did you go, and what did you do there? I'd love to hear about it in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.