Growing up in rural Ohio, my siblings and I went every year to the county fair to show our sheep, goats, and chickens.
Although I preferred raising the dainty sheep that always weighed in as lightweights, I enjoyed the year my Angora goat placed first… for being the only angora. I also liked worked with the junior fair committee, assisting at shows and handing out awards to the riding contestants:
So I was curious to check out the county fair this past week, although it was a bit smaller than I’d remembered.
But it was good to catch up on the gossip: where old friend worked; how the police sergeant’s family was doing; who’s in school, or married, or has kids; who got stabbed during a fight last night; how some old man exposed himself; and which board members’ children were thieving from the exhibits (!). And I caught up with old friends:
And ate some ribbon fries and pulled pork, and took an interview… which I’m hoping to share with you shortly. In the meantime, I’ve posted a few more pictures below. What about you – do you have fond memories of fairs and festivals, or generally avoid them?*
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