(Above: Too much for anyone to handle, Miss Alice in Dairyland and Miss Honey meet! It is almost like when the cast of the LoveBoat ends up on Fantasy Island. It is just way too much excitement overload.)
When I was a kid, more specifically a fifth grader, we had the usual Math class, English Class, History Class, but instead of any sort of Sociology class, we had Wisconsin class. Wisconsin class? Yes, you heard me right. Come walk with me while I take you on a journey…or in Wisconsin-ese, it would be “I’m gonna go on a trip, wanna come with?”
In this class, we learned how fur trappers portaged across rivers. That is when you go so far that the river gets really shallow and ends and you have to carry your canoe and put it in the next river. Literally, you ran out of water. We learned to identify the various breeds of cattle. I can still go to a fair and id them with the best of them. Oh, and of course we learned about cheese. At one point in the year we had a feast of Wisconsin Foods. You can bet it involved heavy cream, and about fifty kinds of cheese. The crackers were Ritz, and not made in Wisconsin but the rules were bent. Ritz Crackers are honorary or naturalized citizens of Wisconsin. I think we wore costumes. Either way, if any kids were lactose intolerant, which nobody seemed to be back in my day, which was not too long ago, they would be in trouble.
If we were really lucky, the winner of the Miss Alice in Dairyland Pageant would have been an alum of our school. That was held at the state fair and all contestants had to make their own bathing suit, be talented, and milk a cow. The young lady got to wear a crown and sash and be Miss Alice in Dairyland until the next state fair. It was far more prestigious than being Miss Wisconsin or anything obscure like that.
Ah, memories.
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