Heartland Days stays true to the heart of its name and lets kids of all ages rule the roost. Photograph them and give them their due aND turn behind the wheel, with A garden tractor or FFA approved. There’s music, too, if you wait to the fest’s end, after the parade.

As the months turned, this is the season for truck and tractor pulls, (and corn feeds, too, all around), and this time around moreso, the kids are all right and cooking and taking the reins, as this weekend in Hammond Heartland Days, in the heart and center of St. Croix County.

To that early-in-statement end, there is a truck and tractor pull At The Days, but don’t diss or miss it, it is not necessarily for these huge hulksters seen on ESPN lunking things like a semi and than climbing (aboard) up the steps of a set of bleachers to celebrate, too boot, in the event running and egg-rolling with its food, Aug. 6-9.

Rather, it is sponsored by the very local (and that entails multiple communities), FFA as they goes these days, and at least in part and in the past standing for Future Farmers of America, as they cater to the youth that breed generations of family farm(ers), to the degree they still exist, on Saturday at 5 p.m. (Garden tractor included in a seperate event.)

I reference the classic country song about “how can 18 just up and leave,” referring to a barely legal babe who leaves the clothesline out to dry to go (astray) with her suddenly prince charming who “pulls” up in an old pickup truck, and thus sparks generations of tales, many of them good.

This makes me think of a Tic Toc trailer, which sprouts an old brown beater truck with sparks flying from (largely absent) wheels, and as far as positioning bests the blue and red model sports cars. Since These Days are all about country, and gotta have a tailgate …

See all of that above at Heartland Days, plus this:

There is a best baby contest, (and tell me about one that is not cute, but don’t show me), photos I’m assuming, of between 0 and 12 aged months, in a 6 p.m. Friday competition befitting a J. Benet beauty pageant. If 13 months old, looking through the looking glass about good things in your past, you could do no worse than waiting a bit and entering ye ol’ kiddie tractor and peddle pull, and see with photos as they are being snapped if you can go farther than a toddler trying out and going on a run with those little stubby legs, (next up on the festival agenda, with kiddie train rides throughout, all also a switcholio bean bag tourney, so check out the fest’s matching to see what that entails).

We stay family friendly with the 12:30 Sunday, grand parade, running through the few blocks that consist of Hammond, so not over-wrought and the music offered also to follow at the northside Parkside bar, (as Heartland Days stays true to its roots), by soloist who also sings, Thomas Michael.

(See also in this vein, a theme-based post that accompanies this one.)

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