Every year there is a three day celebration in my town called Toad Suck Daze. Where did the name come from you ask? Well the story goes like this:
The legend behind Toad Suck is that long ago, steamboats traveled the Arkansas River when the water was at the right depth. When it wasn’t, the captains and their crew tied up to wait where the Toad Suck Lock & Dam now spans the river near Conway. While they waited, they refreshed themselves at the local tavern. The dismayed folks living nearby were heard to say: “They suck on the bottle ’til they swell up like toads.” Hence, the name Toad Suck. The tavern is long gone, but the legend lives on at Toad Suck Daze.
But why they have a celebration named this in the first place, I have no idea. An excuse for a party I guess. And the really weird thing is that the first Toad Suck Daze was only celebrated in 1982. So it’s not like it’s some old tradition dating so far back no one can remember why it’s still around. Nope, only 28 years old.
It’s free admission and is for everyone except, well me. Friday and Saturday night really belong to the Jr. high/high school kids, Saturday morning is for the kiddies to come out and race their toads and do a little face painting, Saturday afternoon and Sunday are for the *ahem* old folks and those into crafts, and the music every year is heavily influenced by the country genre. Of which I’m not a big fan. Plus every year without fail, it rains Toad Suck Daze weekend. Needless to say I haven’t been since high school.
As a matter of fact, the weather was pretty severe this year. I’m sure you’ve heard of all the tornadoes that swept through the state that flattened some towns and took the lives of a few people. I was in Illinois for the weekend and happily missed out on all the excitement.
Though I missed the actual Toad Suck Daze celebration, all the preschool kids brought toads from home to race at school Thursday morning. Talk about chaos. When I showed up kids were all in a frenzy wanting to show everyone their toads. Already two had either jumped out of an open box or had been taken out and then dropped, and were on the loose under the couch.
The madness continued outside as we began to race. Some kids wanted to race but wouldn’t hold the toads, some kids wouldn’t put the toads down when they were finished racing, and all of the toads took every opportunity for freedom as they all scattered in different directions when placed on the starting line. Imagine 17 preschool kids and 10 toads in an area that looked to be about 5 ft. squared. There was a moment where a toad was actually dropped by one of the kids on the head of another. I swear it couldn’t have been scripted better for a Little Rascals movie. Talk about insanity. But hilarious at the same time.
Maybe next year I’ll attend and blog first hand about what I see. Maybe even include some pictures. Maybe, just maybe, there’s something for me there after all.