I people watched for 5 hours today. I was amazed at what I saw. I saw some wonderful family with great kids who were plopped amongst the pumpkins for photos galore. I laughed at the kids who didnt want their pictures taken. I offered to take family photos so both parents could be in the pictures with their kids. For the most part, the experience was great for most families but the most shocking thing I saw was two different instances where a boy about the age of 5-7 hit their dad. The one family the dad walked away and the mom tried to handle it by asking the boy over and over if he hit his dad, the boy finally admitted to hitting it and the mom asked if he had said he was sorry. That was the last I heard of the conversation. The second family did absolutely nothing after the boy hit his dad. I also spoke with a family that had relatives there with them from Italy and they were amazed at the whole concept of pumpkins and everything else at the farm market. They went right to the goblin shaped pasta and the other varieties of pasta they sold there which I thought was hilarious. I also witnessed people trying to take pumpkins without us or their own kids knowing they didnt pay. I think the most touching thing I saw was an absolutely beautiful couple come with a disabled boy, wheel him up to the pumpkins and the dad lifted him, and believe me he struggled to lift his child out of his large stroller , and place him amongst the pumpkins just like all the other kids so that his mother could take photos of him. Numerous times they tried to get him to look at the camera, numberous times they had to re-position him so he was sitting up and numerous times they clapped their hands in an effort to get him to smile. Then the mom, squatted next to him for pictures and then the dad sat next to him for pictures. I finally walked over and offered to take the picture so that both of the parents could be in the pictures. They were extremely grateful. As I was walking away, the mom was talking to the boy and calling the dad by his first name instead of calling him dad. This is what touched me. I then realized this man was NOT this boys father, but was the partner of his mother. This man, lifted this child, re-sat him up many time, positioned pumpkins around him so he wouldnt topple over, took multiple photos of he and his mother, and then lifted him back up and put him back in his chair, making sure he was safely strapped in, brushed his hair aside, arranged his feet comfortably and pushed the chair for his mother. When they walked by me again at the end of their visit, they again thanked me. That was the best part of my day. I told them both they were very special people. I took their picture from a great distance away, a picture of the boy in the patch with the parents taking his picture and the empty chair sitting off to the side. I had second thoughts about posting this to protect their privacy.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 23:28:03 +0000
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