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They were a project that took most of the summer to complete. They were made for about 400 little attendees the Wheatland Music Festival. They were made of wood and spray painted coffee cans. The building process is something still that I can’t rap my mind around. I have the mind of a writer not a engineer like my Papa. I would ask him about it for this blog but he taking a post celebratory nap. My contribution to this endeavor was to pick the colors of the paint cans with the help of my mom. When something looked shitty, we would shout out orders like, “ Add dots.” “purple fixes everything.”

Even though I'm 26 years old, I still took pleasure in picking out my very own Wheatland drum. It has purple, turquoise and pink stripes that go all the way around the can. It sits proudly atop my headboard. The coolest part about the Wheatland drama in my opinion, is of the lid. It is comprised of a melted 2 leader. I don't really understand how it works but my Papa and others were able to mount the lids onto the can using a heat gun and a wooden contraption that I don't know the name of. So, for the sake of quickness of let's just call it a Spinney tool.


Every year, we give away our Wheatland kids Hill project to the children in our lives and various other friends and family. For next year's project we will be working on washboards. Hopefully I will be able to help with the project in my own way, attend the festival and help with the workshop. I can't speak for him but I think my Papa does this every year to see the joy I know the children's faces. We'll end it is a really big music festival by Michigan's standards. What would be better, a $25 T-shirt that might shrink in the wash or a hand made souvenir that could last a lifetime.

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