It’s fair time again in Jackson County! Yesterday was one HOT day — evidenced by Ari complaining of a stomach ache (that was miraculously cured when “no more rides” was threatened) and Colette asking if any of the buildings were air conditioned and declaring that sheep are surely the stinkiest animal on the planet.
I remember going to the fair as a kid. Living in Crothersville, the hilly road when just about to hit Brownstown was the indicator that we were about there. Riding in the back of my pap-pa’s station wagon, tipping those hills would make my belly jump — the anticipation of being at the fair amplified the butterflies even more. While there are no hills to cover when heading to the fair from Seymour, Katie drove so my stomach churned exactly the same as all those years ago.
Holding hands all the way, the girls chatted about their expectations and cotton candy…
The ferris wheel was first on the agenda, followed by a spinning strawberry and a dragon coaster. Dinner at the Sauers Church Stand brought back memories of why my brother and I were at the fair so frequently as kids — to take pies Nanny would bake each day to sell from the Methodist Church Stand (that no longer exists).
While I don’t recall fishing for sharks (as in the photo below), I do remember always coming home with a fish in a bag.
Another “kiddie day” in the books that made memories for another generation of fair-goers, the ride home was filled with a debate over which one of them owned the most “clever” fish.