Sacred Heart Fall Picnic 2012
|See the baby held between the couple in the foreground. Sweet!|
On Labor Day weekend this month, I spent Sunday at the 130th Annual Sacred Heart Parish Fall Picnic in Hallettsville at the Knights of Columbus Hall. I know this hall very, very well. It's almost walkable from my grandmother's house on Alt. Highway 90. My extended family has the Morkovsky reunion there annually; my grandparents' 40th wedding anniversary party was held there; I attended Fiddler's Frolics there most of my junior high and high school years; my Uncle Bobby was a drummer for bands that played dances there; and I've been to the picnic many times, though not in a while.
There was so much activity going on when we walked into the hall and so many people there, I couldn't believe the church actually holds the exact same event twice in the year... once in the spring and once in the fall. The number of poeple was even more amazing when you consider that Shiner (a little more than 10 miles further west on Alt. 90) also holds their picnic on the same day. And High Hill, one county to the north, does, too. That's a lot of local people to go around.
This picnic is all about food in one way or another (they don't call it a picnic for nothing) and the Country Store was the first proof. If you walked passed the Beanie Babies, Christmas ornaments, craft kits, and various garage sale items, you got to the treasure. There was fresh okra, pears, and chili pequins in Ziploc bags, dozens of farm eggs, canned jellies and condiments, plates of homebaked cookies, poppyseed rolls on tinfoil-covered cardboard rectangles, and kolaches. I left with a bag of chili pequins (.25!), a jar of pickled jalapenos (very small ones sliced very thin to use like a relish ($3), and a bag with 4 pecan kolaches ($5). My Dad bought every other bag of chili pequins, because for .25 a bag for about 1/2 a cup, we all agreed it wasn't worth trying to pick your own. We actually assumed they were supposed the be $2.50 and were just mismarked. Who would go to that much trouble for .25? (Czechs would.)
I almost bought a jar of pepper sauce, but my Dad makes it regularly, so I can get it for free. I was curious about how Czeechs use this sauce and the lady taking my payment told me she liked it in a bowl of beans, on meat, or in her chicken noodle soup... that she actually couldn't eat the soup without it. The other lady behind the table turned out to be related to my Dad's Aunt Irene in Victoria. I've seen my Dad do this before... he just starts digging and asking questions of poeple and it turns out they're related. It's either luck or all Texas Czechs are related somehow.
On the lunch menu was fried chicken, picnic stew (beef), mashed potatoes, green beans with a cream gravy on them, corn bread dressing, sliced white bread, and, had we not waited too long to eat, pickles and canned peaches, plus dessert and tea, coffee or water. And for only $8 a plate. My parents "introduced" me to the couple that was in charge of the corn bread dressing... Dorothy Rother and her husband, who have been making the dressing for over 25 years from Dorothy's recipe. It's famous in the area. They started the day before, measuring ingredients into roasters, some owned by the church, some borrowed. Each roaster serves 80-90 people and they made 38 roasters full of dressing. I used quotes around "introduced" above because guess what? We're related! Dorothy is my mother's first cousin, my great aunt Henrietta Pesek's daughter so I've probably met her many times at Kallus reunions. My mother said she's one of the hardest working women she knows.
|Mr. Rother (left) and his wife Dorothy (my first cousin once removed),|
whose recipe for cornbread dressing is a staple at the Sacred Heart Picnic.
We spent the afternoon listening to Kovanda's Czech band and the Red Ravens and drinking Shiners under the hall's HUGE outdoor ceiling fan. When I say huge, I mean the fan blades were 12 feet long. We also followed my son around in the kid's area while he jumped in the bouncy castles, tried his hand at the ring toss, beanbag throw, and go fish games, and watched teenage girls get dropped into the dunk tank. One ball bounced over the fence and hit him square in the chest. At least three times, all four of us adults had to scatter to the corners of the event looking for him because he'd darted into the sea of people while I looked in my purse for a quarter or my partner paid attention to his Bingo card. "Good thing this is a small town," my mother remarked in relief once. "People look after each other here."
|Auction items waiting their turn.|
For those staying late for the auction or to hear the Dujka Brothers play, more volunteers were serving up hamburgers, french fries, nachos, and funnel cakes. These foods I'm not as inclined to eat, but the smell was pretty wonderful while sitting under the fan drinking a lemonade and listening to the auctioneer call out hypnotically. Wait! Where the heck did my son go?