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Welcome to a new and beautiful Tuesday! I hope you and yours are doing wonderfully on this bright day in September (it’s supposed to be sunny here where I live).
My goodness, but there is lots going on these last few months with three new books (two of them novellas) and four of my backlist books being reissued by my new Publisher, OHB.
This newly released book is book #3 in The Untamed Frontier Series and is entitled, OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE. It is a Young Adult Book. Also, on the 15th of September, the last book in The Lost Clan Series, book #4 in the series, THE LAST WARRIOR releases.
And so, let me begin with the newest release, OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE and tell you a little about the book. Now, I write these Young Adult books under the pen name of Genny Cothern. Below and off to the left is the new cover for the book.
There’s a lot I like about this new cover for the book. First, I think it is one of the most beautiful covers I’ve ever had. Second, I love that the Montana landscape, as well as the Blackfeet encampment are so beautifully depicted. The cliffs, the mountains in the background are what you might see if you were to go to Montana today. And then there’s the way he’s dressed…his clothing looks quite authentic.
So let me post a blurb of the book and then an excerpt:
Our Enemy Brings Change
A spellbinding and sweet Native American historical romance for Young Adults featuring two people who are friends, but who must not fall in love with each other.
What Will Happen When We Give Our Enemy His Life?
When Starling Nelson begs Good Eagle—her best friend and partner— to spare the life of an enemy, little does she know how this one single action might affect her life. For a year now, Starling has realized her friendship with Good Eagle has blossomed into love. But, because Good Eagle’s heart belongs to another, she has learned to ignore the rapid beating of her own heart whenever Good Eagle is near.
Good Eagle finishes the fight the young Nez Perce warrior started and grants the warrior his life, but only because his partner, Starling, insists upon it. But when the Nez Perce warrior offers a piece of advice to Good Eagle, it has the effect of changing not only Good Eagle’s mind-set about love, it might very well change his life forever.
But, there are doubts about a happy ever after for Good Eagle and Starling, because, though Good Eagle’s past love is no longer alive, in spirit she still haunts him.
Can Good Eagle and Starling win against the supernatural? Or will this one chance at love fail, separating them forever?
Perfect for Readers who love
** A haunted hero and a beautiful “off limits” friend
** Sweet Native American Historical Romance
** Adventure and sweet love in the Old West
** Friends who believe love might destroy their honor
And now for an excerpt of the book:
OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE
By
Karen Kay writing as Genny Cothern
CHAPTER ONE
Indian Territory
The Moon of Flowers, Summer
1849
“Saa, no, please do not kill him!” cried out my partner, Kills-the-bear-woman, I’nit kiááyo aakíí, or for short, Kiayo’aki, Bear Woman. She reached out toward me where I was sitting on my horse and placed her hand upon my shooting arm, but I didn’t look at her or at her hand. I dared not take my attention off of my enemy.
At a distance only a horse trot away, the man had, just a moment before, stepped out from a forest of pines. He hadn’t yet seen us. But, I knew at once he was an enemy warrior, but from what tribe was he? I did not recognize the manner in which he wore his hair, nor the pattern of the bead work upon his clothing and leggings.
I prepared myself for battle, and, as I did so, I felt the blood rush through my body, giving me strength.
“Do you know what tribe he is?” Kiayo’aki asked me.
“No.” Quickly I made the sign for the word, but I did not look at her. I had eyes only for my enemy.
In less time than it takes to observe it, I saw the sun was still rising up toward its zenith, and thoughts flashed through my mind in rapid succession. Kiayo’aki and I had left Fort Benton in the darkness of the early hours, I being her partner, but I was also responsible for her safety, she being my almost-sister and younger than I. On the previous evening, we had decided to journey to the Upper Two Medicine Lake this day in search of a better hunting ground.
Niitá’p, the game close to the fort was gone for now, hunted out. And, this being so, we had decided to travel farther away, toward one of my tribe’s favorite camping spots, the Two Medicine. We had last night decided we would even journey into the Backbone-of-the-world Mountains (the Rockies). But, only if we had to.
Luckily, it was unnecessary. Our decision to come closer to the Two Medicine area had been a good one, and we had been in the act following the trail of several buffalo when out from the forest, stepped this man, who was only now discovering the two of us. I watched as he quickly drew his bow and an arrow from his quiver and placed the arrow in a position to shoot. I raised my gun and sighted him.
“Almost-brother, I beg you, do not kill him.”
“Are you mad?” I practically shouted the words at her in reaction. “If I do not kill him, he will surely murder us both. While I do not care if he kills me, I care about what he might do to you!”
“Please! Do not kill him!” she begged me again. “Have mercy! Why, he looks to be the same age as we are. Truly, he is too young to die.”
She was right of course. But, her words faded into nothing when the chance to give the youth quarter faded. The young man was afoot, while both Kiayo’aki and I were mounted upon our ponies. Because the youth was clearly at a disadvantage—and perhaps it was because of this—the young man shot off a deadly arrow directly at me.
The shot missed me, and, seeing this, my enemy began to sing the strange melody of a song, perhaps his death song, as he quickly drew out another arrow in preparation.
However, my response to the coming fight was not my concern over the fight ahead of me, but rather, it was one of worry for my partner, and I shouted at Kiayo’aki, “You are to go back to camp at once and tell your uncle what has happened here.”
She didn’t answer.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” she answered back, her voice loud to my ears. “But I will not go there. It would take me too long to get there even at a run. And, by the time I would be able to return here, either you or the young enemy would be dead. No, I think I will stay here with you.”
I didn’t respond to her nor to the enemy…at least not right away. I pushed my rifle into position to get the best shot at the young man, and slowly I walked my pony forward. The youth, however, didn’t wait. Quickly, he set another arrow into position and was about to shoot when I pulled the trigger of my musket, my aim being to wound the young warrior in his shooting arm. In this way, I would not kill the youth, but he would also not be able to take another shot at me or my partner.

Looking forward, I could see the ball sail straight into my enemy’s right arm, and, at the same time, I beheld the enemy youth fall down to his knees.
While observing all this, I listened as my partner muttered, “Thank you, Good Eagle, for not killing him.”
I didn’t answer her.
I watched as the enemy’s arm fell useless at his side and his bow, along with its arrow, dropped to the ground. But, this youth was not a coward, and, with his other arm, he pulled his knife out from the belt around his waist. Then, though he was still on bended knees, he waited for what he probably thought would be the death blow from me.
Immediately, because a musket can only fire one shot, I grabbed hold of my own bow from its case upon my back and, just as swiftly, fitted an arrowto it. I didn’t let the arrow fly. It was there, instead, as a threat as I continued to slowly walk my pony toward this foe.
“Please, do not kill him!” Kiayo’aki cried out again.
“He started it!” I shouted back at her. Still, I knew I would not kill this warrior if I could avoid it. And, this was because I respected my partner’s wishes probably more than my own life. “Besides,” I added, “he has drawn his knife and intends to kill me.”
“But we are two and he is only one. Perhaps we have only frightened him, and this has caused him to draw his knife.”
I didn’t answer. My attention was on the coming fight.
Still, by my actions, I hoped to give the youth the impression that I would show him mercy. Niitá’p, though my actions were not swift as I jumped down from my seat upon my pony, the youth suddenly fell forward and lay there upon the ground as though he were dead.
Meanwhile, I stepped toward the young man, pointing my arrow straight at this enemy while I paced toward him. Coming down onto my knees beside the man, I turned him over and examined first the enemy’s chest to ensure he was still alive and breathing, and then I looked at his wound.
Kiayo’aki had followed me and was the first to speak, and she said, “He is still alive. But, he is hurt. I believe he has only fainted. And, I think his arm is broken. Come, help me to wash his wound and dress it and then assist me to take him back to camp. Please have pity upon him and let him live, I beg you.”
“As you ask, so will I do and he shall live,” said I.
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Well I hope you enjoyed the excerpt.
Here is the link to the book on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HG88KVRV?tag=pettpist-20
And now for even more news:
The last book in The Lost Clan Series will be releasing soon, next Tuesday. Below is the cover of this fourth and last book in this series, THE LAST WARRIOR. This book is on a Presale and you can pick up your copy of it here: https://www.amazon.com/Last-Warrior-Lost-Clan-Book-ebook/dp/B0H7TD5VR7/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&sr=1-1&tag=pettpist-20
Also, I am looking for reviewers. if you would like to review either of these books, please let me know in the comments.
Well that’s all for today. Hope you have a beautiful and wonderful day today and for the rest of the week, also. Don’t forget to leave a comment. I’ll be giving away a free e-book of OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE to one of the bloggers here today.

Today we honor the dedication, commitment, perseverance, and heart you bring to your work every day. Labor Day is a reminder that every achievement is built on the foundation of hard work. Your efforts make a difference—thank you for all you do.


Other than a few rainy days here and there, this summer in North Carolina has been HOT, HOT, HOT! And here it is, September, and temps this week are expected to be close to or exceeding 100 degrees. No cold front in sight. (Sigh)
Curious about what the Old Farmer’s Almanac predicted, I leafed through the 2026 edition. The Almanac said much of the southern and eastern United States is expected to trend hotter than normal throughout the summer, with intense summer heat in North Carolina resulting in especially dry conditions. This prediction has been right on the money as we are in a drought, urged by local water companies to conserve water or pay a fine.
Though I’ve always known about the OFA, I was unfamiliar with the history of the publication. So, here’s what I learned…
For generations, gardeners and farmers have turned to a small, unassuming publication for wisdom on weather, planting, and just about everything under the sun. The Old Farmer’s Almanac is a staple in many households, its yellow cover a familiar sight on bookstore shelves and kitchen counters. It feels like it has been around forever, offering advice with a certain old-timey confidence.
Beyond its famous weather predictions and planting charts lies a rich history full of surprising details. From secret formulas to presidential controversies, the story of the Almanac is as fascinating as its contents. Take a look at some of the most interesting facts about this iconic publication. The world is sad that they have announced they will stop publishing, but their legacy and data will live on in our hearts and online
Before the United States had even seen its third president, The Old Farmer’s Almanac was already in print. First published in 1792 by Robert B. Thomas, this little guide has been in continuous publication ever since. That makes it the oldest periodical in North America.
Thomas, a bookseller, teacher, and amateur astronomer, wanted to create something both “useful, with a pleasant degree of humor.” He clearly succeeded, as it has outlasted countless other magazines and newspapers.
The Almanac’s weather forecasts are legendary, and for good reason. They are created using a secret formula developed by Robert B. Thomas himself. This formula combines the sciences of solar activity (sunspots), climatology (weather patterns), and meteorology (the study of the atmosphere).

While the exact method remains a closely guarded secret, the editors claim it results in 80% accuracy. The formula is said to be kept in a black tin box at the Almanac’s offices in Dublin, New Hampshire. This commitment to a proprietary, time-tested method is unusual in our age of supercomputers and satellite imaging.
Since 1851, The Old Farmer’s Almanac has featured a cover design that includes a portrait of its founder, Robert B. Thomas, alongside Benjamin Franklin. This design, first created by artist Hammatt Billings and engraved by Henry Nichols, has appeared with stylistic updates on nearly every edition since.
The inclusion of Franklin honors his own Poor Richard’s Almanack, which inspired Thomas’s work and helped shape early American publishing.
For its first 56 years, the publication was known simply as The Farmer’s Almanac. The word “Old” was added to the title in 1848. The change was made by the second editor, John Henry Jenks, to distinguish it from the growing number of competitors and imitators.
This simple word choice was a clever marketing move. It immediately positioned the Almanac as the original, the authentic source of information. In a crowded marketplace, “Old” signaled heritage and reliability. The name change worked, cementing its status as the definitive farmer’s almanac and helping it stand out from the copycats that have long since disappeared.
The first edition in 1792 had a modest print run of 3,000 copies and sold for sixpence. (six cents) From these humble beginnings, its popularity exploded. By its second year, circulation tripled to 9,000. Today, the Almanac boasts a print circulation in the millions and a massive digital audience.
This incredible growth speaks to the universal appeal of its content. While its core audience was once farmers, it now caters to backyard gardeners, amateur astronomers, and anyone interested in a more self-sufficient lifestyle. The Almanac has successfully adapted to the modern world, embracing a digital presence while staying true to its printed roots.
In 1857, a murder trial took a strange turn when a witness claimed he saw the suspect under the light of a bright, full moon. The defense attorney, a young Abraham Lincoln, was skeptical. To challenge the testimony, he consulted The Farmer’s Almanac.
Lincoln used the Almanac to show that on the night of the crime, the moon was in its first quarter and had set before the murder occurred. There would have been almost no moonlight. His clever use of the Almanac to discredit the witness helped his client, William “Duff” Armstrong, get acquitted. The event, which became known as the “Almanac Trial,” showcased the publication’s accepted authority even in a court of law.
During World War II, the U.S. government grew concerned that the Almanac’s accurate weather forecasts could aid the enemy. In 1942, a German spy was caught ashore on Long Island with a copy in his pocket, fueling fears that it was being used by the Nazis.
The government pressured the Almanac to stop publishing its forecasts. The editor at the time, Robb Sagendorph, traveled to Washington, D.C., to argue his case. He explained that the forecasts were based on a long-standing formula, not state secrets. A compromise was reached: the Almanac could continue publishing, but it had to replace its “forecasts” with more general “weather indications.” This clever wording allowed it to maintain its continuous publication record.
In 1816, the Almanac made a bold and seemingly absurd prediction: snow in August. This forecast was reportedly the result of a printer’s error. When Robert B. Thomas saw the mistake, he was horrified and tried to recall and destroy all the copies. However, he missed a few.
Amazingly, the prediction came true. 1816 became known as the “Year Without a Summer” due
to the massive volcanic eruption of Mount Tambora in Indonesia, which spewed ash into the atmosphere and lowered global temperatures. New England experienced frosts and snowfalls throughout the summer, devastating crops. The Almanac’s accidental prediction cemented its reputation for uncanny accuracy, even if this particular instance was a fluke. There are many ways of predicting snow, and this was a classic.
For a publication with such a long history, The Old Farmer’s Almanac has had surprisingly few editors. Since its founding in 1792, only 14 people have held the top editorial job. This continuity is a major reason for its consistent voice and vision.
Each editor is a custodian of the Almanac’s traditions, from the secret weather formula to the founder’s portrait on the cover. This small number of leaders has helped preserve the publication’s unique character. It ensures that while the Almanac adapts to the times, it never loses the core identity that Robert B. Thomas established over two centuries ago.
While famous for its weather predictions and gardening guides, the Almanac is a treasure trove of eclectic information. A typical edition4 contains recipes, jokes, astronomical tables, puzzles, and articles on topics ranging from natural remedies to folklore.
The almanac included tide tables, weather predictions, schedules for colleges and Friends (Quaker) meetings. It gave carriage fares in Boston, postal regulations and advice. For example, along with the dates the courts would open in six states, it offered a morsel about lawsuits.
If your neighbor’s hens or hogs or cattle have trespassed on your crops, and you can get no satisfaction, don’t rush into a lawsuit about it; think it over carefully … The best lawyers advise clients to settle contentions out of court, sometimes even to buy a peace rather than to undergo the cost and worry of a contest.
The Almanac once conducted an experiment comparing Cincinnati flour to Alabama flour to see which made the bigger loaf of bread. Alabama won.
The centennial edition began 1892 year with the admonition “to decide if John or James, or both, shall be sent to the Agricultural College.” It also advised “Get Up early enough in the morning to give all the cattle a good carding.”
Then in October, the almanac warned the farmer not to permit his boys or hired men to shake off good winter apples. They should pick them off and handle them as carefully as if they were eggs, the almanac advised.
This variety is part of its enduring charm. It’s designed to be a companion for the entire year, offering something to entertain, educate, or assist you every day. You might pick it up to check the best days to plant potatoes and find yourself reading about how to predict the weather using a persimmon seed. This blend of the practical and the peculiar is what makes it so beloved.
FUN FACT: The hole drilled through the corner was added in early editions so people could hang it on a nail for easy access.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac is more than a guide; it’s a connection to the past and a tool for the future. Its history shows us the value of blending science with tradition and practicality with a bit of humor. To make the most of this resource, don’t just read it, use it. You can track its weather predictions against your local forecast.
While you won’t be able to find a hard copy anymore, its website is still a treasure trove of information. Use its planting calendar to experiment with a new vegetable in your garden this year. Explore its recipes for a seasonal dish. By actively engaging with its content, you are participating in a tradition that has enriched lives for over two centuries.
Today, The Old Farmer’s Almanac reigns as the oldest continuously published periodical in North America.
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If you’ve spent any time with my fictional Weaver family, you know they’re a lively bunch. They tease one another mercilessly, laugh a lot, work hard, and when enough of them gather in one place, there’s a good chance something unexpected is going to happen.
Readers sometimes ask where authors get their ideas. In the case of the Weavers, I didn’t have to look very far. I grew up with them. Well… sort of.
My Aunt and Uncle had twelve children, that’s twelve cousins who became part of the inspiration for the Weaver family. I didn’t take Cousin A and turn him into one Weaver, or Cousin B and turn her into another. The fictional family came from something bigger than that. It came from the spirit of my cousins. Things I remember from summers at their ranch as a kid when my dad and mom would go help with the wheat harvest.
They are quick-witted, fun, hardworking, and they laugh. A lot. Put a bunch of them together and the stories start flying. Recently, we lost one of those twelve. and as sometimes happens after a loss in the family, I found myself looking backward and learning things about some of my cousins that I’d never known. That’s how I stumbled across a newspaper column from the East Oregonian about my cousin Joe. And let me tell you, after reading it, I thought, Well, there you go. No wonder I created the Weavers so easily.
My cousins come from ranching country in Eastern Oregon. They’re wheat farmers, but cattle ranching is also a big part of the operation.
Horses, cattle, corrals, farm equipment, wheat fields stretching over the hills, it’s not scenery they visit on vacation. It’s part of their lives. The article about Joe described a day spent touring his farming and cattle operations near Ione and through South Morrow County. And apparently, when Joe gives you a ranch tour, you had better clear your calendar.
The writer began the day riding around with him in a farm truck. Okay, that’s normal enough. Then Joe took him back to the farm, walked him over to what looked like a machine shed and introduced him to the next mode of transportation: A 1952 Super Cub airplane. The runway? A patch of wheat stubble.
Of course it was. Joe flew him over remote ranch country, pointing out ridges where he’d landed over the years. According to Joe, “sometimes on purpose and sometimes in an emergency.” And it gets better.
Joe built a contraption beneath the wings of the airplane that allowed him to carry salt blocks for cattle grazing in hard-to-reach areas. He could fly low, operate a pulley system, and drop the salt block where the cattle needed it. The writer admitted imagining some unsuspecting cow getting clobbered by a sixty-pound salt block falling out of the sky. Joe assured him he’d always missed the cattle.
After the airplane tour, they got back into the pickup and drove into the mountains, eventually reaching a fully furnished house in the middle of the ranch country. There, Joe made lunch. Then came the four-wheelers. For the next couple of hours, they toured rough country where thousands of cattle spent the summer. The writer described Joe charging up a primitive road at about thirty-five miles an hour through snow, ice, and ruts.
At one point the writer of the article later told his son, “He took off up the road like a madman on that machine.” His son’s response? “You were the perfect companion.”
See what I mean? This is my family. And they’re wonderful.
Cousin Joe explained to the writer of the article, that his generation had plenty of family around while growing up. The article mentions the twelve children in Joe’s family, eleven cousins across the canyon, and another group of eight children closer to Ione.
At times, the school bus picked up twenty or more of Joes relatives at the homeplace.
Can you imagine being the poor unsuspecting child who boarded that bus after all of them?
No wonder big fictional families have always felt completely normal to me!
That’s really what inspired the Weavers. Not twelve specific characters copied from twelve specific cousins. It was the atmosphere. A big rural family. Wheat and cattle. Horses and corrals. Hard work. People who know how to pitch in because there’s always something that needs doing. Who tease one another because they know each other too well to get away with much.
People who can turn an ordinary workday into a story everyone will still be laughing about years later. And, most importantly, people who enjoy one another.

I think that last part is what found its way most strongly into the Weavers. They may fuss and meddle. They may get themselves into ridiculous situations. But beneath all of it is family, and that sense that whatever happens, nobody is facing it alone.
The Weavers themselves are entirely fictional. But the laughter? The chaos? The enormous family and ranching life? That part came from someplace very real. And now, after discovering Cousin Joe once took off from a wheat field in an airplane rigged to drop salt blocks from the sky, I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’ve been too restrained with the Weavers.
If you’d like to read the article about Cousin Joe, you can find it HERE
How about your family? Do you have a larger-than-life relative who could walk straight into the pages of a novel?
Or is there someone in your family whose personality or adventures have inspired one of your own stories?
I’d love to hear about them! I’ve giving away a copy of Harvest with the Weavers to one lucky commenter!
Winners, as usual, are picked at random. Actually I draw the names I put on slips of paper — so it truly is at random.
Before I announce the winners for the new book, RED HAWK’S WOMAN, I wanted to thank all of you who came to the blog yesterday and who left a message. I love each and every one of them.
The winners are:
Pam Hamlin and Colleen
Many congratulations go out to you both. The book will come directly from Amazon so tomorrow, please look for it.


Quanah Parker, the son of a Comanche war chief and Cynthia Ann Parker (the most famous captive of the 19th century) fell in love with a young Comanche maiden named Weckeah, but his prospects were dim. Weckeah returned his affection, but her father, Old Bear, didn’t favor Quanah. Quanah only owned one horse, and he was an orphan (His mother had been recaptured by the whites and died of a broken heart. His war chief father had died, as well—when and how he died is disputed. But by the time Quanah reached adulthood, he had no family connections), and he was half-white. Horses were the currency of choice amongst the Comanche, and Quanah’s rival for the young lady’s hand was the son of a prominent chief, Eckitoacup. The chief’s son, Tannap, offered ten horses.
But Quanah had a gift for leadership and persuasion. He convinced his friends to give him some of their horses. However, when he led the ten horses to Weckeah’s teepee with expectations of triumph, he discovered that his rival had upped his offer to twenty horses.
Not one to accept defeat, Quanah asked Weckeah if she would elope with him. In Comanche culture, this was a last resort when a parent would not approve a marriage, but it was risky. It brought dishonor to the bride’s family, and a young man could only hope to make amends through many horses, something Quanah didn’t have. With his rival being the son of a powerful chief, it was more likely that Weckeah’s father would send a war party after Quanah.
Quanah had a plan. He convinced twenty-one young warriors to accompany him and his bride. They rode hard and fast for hours, and then traveled by night, dividing into smaller groups to elude pursuers, reuniting in west Texas at the North Concho River. This would be their new home. From there, they did what Comanches had been doing for centuries in Texas: raid and steal horses.
For over a year, they lived along the river and prospered. Some of the braves traveled back to the tribe’s main encampment to retrieve their wives and sweethearts, convincing other warriors to join in the adventures of riding with Quanah.
At last, Eckitoacup determined to make the upstart, rebel pay for his audacious disregard for tribal hierarchy and customs. He gathered a war party and headed south to attack Quanah’s camp. But he was taken aback by the hundreds of Quanah’s warriors who rode out to confront him in battle. The old chief decided it’d be better to negotiate instead of fight. For the price of nineteen ponies, Quanah was allowed to return to the main tribe with his men and his bride in peace and was awarded the honor of becoming the new war chief.

The heroine in Wichita Path Sacrifice, one of the novellas in Freed by the Frontier, is inspired by the real life experiences of Quanah’s mother, Cynthia Ann Parker, and to a lesser extent, Cynthia’s cousin Rachel Plummer, who were both Comanche captives.

I love to hear from my readers. For a chance at a signed print copy of Freed by the Frontier, tell me, what is a situation in your life that was a very difficult time, but the Lord worked it out for the good?


Originally from Tennessee, Sherry loves to take her readers into the past. A romantic at heart, she is an avid student of the Civil War and the Old West. When she isn’t busy writing, she is an English professor, working to pass on her love of writing to her students. Sherry is a multi-award-winning writer. She currently resides in Minnesota with her husband of forty-one years. She has three grown children and three grandchildren.
Visit Sherry’s website here: http://www.sherryshindelar.com


Happy August, friends! Goodness, this year is flying by, and this month is a transition from summer to fall.
And to this New England girl, that could only mean one thing…The Big E!
Its official name is Eastern States Agricultural and Industrial Exposition, but anyone who has lived in New England or is one of the one million visitors a year who walk through the gates, it is the Big E. Billed as “New England’s Great State Fair”, it is the largest agricultural event on the eastern seaboard and the fifth-largest fair in the nation. The Big E is inclusive of all six New England states: Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Vermont.
The first Eastern States Exposition occurred in October 1916 in West Springfield, Massachusetts, and was called the Eastern States Agricultural and Industrial Exposition. All six New England states, plus Delaware, New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania, participated. Joshua L. Brooks conceived it to help promote agriculture and educate young people with the skills and knowledge needed in agricultural vocations. The Exposition featured displays of innovations in the industry and held contests designed to encourage farmers to better themselves through competition.
The Boys & Girls Clubs of America partnered with the Exposition to organize youth competitions, in which prizes were awarded for best produce, jams, breads, raised hens, planting techniques, and other categories. The youth component drew competitors from all participating states and was deemed “a triumph in a new type of education.” Emphasis on the development of young farmers continued with the establishment of “Baby Beef Clubs” in 1920 to help youths buy, raise, exhibit, and sell livestock at the event.
In 1923, the Massachusetts Department of Health built a model schoolhouse on the fairgrounds, offering free medical and dental examinations. Entertainment elements were added by the 1930s, including demonstrations of “automobile polo” (featuring acrobats playing polo while driving Ford cars) and competitive performances by high school bands. On a personal note, I spent long days chaperoning my son’s middle and high school band when they performed on Connecticut Day at the fair.
Since the first fair, only World War I and World War II, during which the military requisitioned the grounds as storage depots, and the COVID-19 pandemic have interrupted the annual tradition.
The Avenue of States contains life-size replicas of the six original New England statehouses, as well as the New England Grange House. In actuality, the state houses are not replicas but rather modeled after original state houses in most instances. The buildings for New Hampshire and Vermont bear no resemblance to their original state houses.
These buildings feature exhibits and vendors that exemplify the heritage, food, and traditions of each state as a way of promoting tourism. Many foods representing New England cuisine can be found at The Big E, along with traditional fair foods like fried dough, corn dogs, funnel cakes, and fried everything. For example, the Maine House in past years has offered

lobster, blueberries, and baked potatoes, while the Vermont House has Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, maple syrup, and Cabot cheese. Vendors also sell locally made products and handicrafts. The Maine baked potatoes have become an icon, with buyers regularly joining long lines during the fair’s busier periods. The Connecticut building features watches from Timex, which was founded there, as well as Lego, which has its US headquarters there. The Rhode Island building features Del’s Lemonade and Blount Seafood Clamcakes and Chowder.
Since 2000, The Big E has endeavored to introduce its own signature foods. This began in 2002 when The Big E introduced Big E Cream Puffs, which it intended to be the signature dessert of the Fair. Sadly, I haven’t been back to the fair to sample this delicacy.
Over time, the Big E expanded its entertainment offerings to include thrilling rides, live music, stunt shows, and even talent competitions. The Ferris wheel, a staple at most fairs, provides stunning views of the fairgrounds, while roller coasters and bumper cars add excitement for thrill-seekers. Musical performances featuring both local and national acts bring an additional layer of entertainment to the festivities.

Like many modern state and regional fairs that have embraced new forms of entertainment, The Big E’s agricultural roots remain strong. Livestock competitions, horse shows, and horticulture displays continue to be a major draw. These exhibitions provide educational opportunities for younger generations and honor the fair’s agricultural heritage.
For many, the evoke a deep sense of nostalgia, reminding them of the last golden days of summer filled with excitement and wonder. The combination of fair food, bright lights, and classic rides brings back fond memories, making a trip to the Big E an annual tradition for families across the New England region and the country.
The Big E remains one of America’s Top 10 state fairs blending history, culture, and entertainment into a uniquely American experience. Whether it’s the mouth-watering food, thrilling rides, or deep-rooted traditions, the magic of the Big E continues to captivate millions each year. As this yearly event evolves to embrace modern trends while preserving its historic charm, the Big E remains a testament to the enduring spirit of community and celebration in the United States.
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