The county fair

August 29th, 2010 by Regina Brett

Nothing beats an old fashioned county fair.

 

I took my grandson to his first one on Saturday. We drove out to the Randolph Fair in Portage County. I've been going ever since I was a kid when my dad took us. Once, my dad even paid for us to get a real helicopter ride there. It must have cost him a fortune. I'll never forget how cool it was to be airborne for the first time in my life.

 

The people at a fair seem so real, so down to earth, so kind and friendly. It's like going back in time. My grandson loved the bright ribbons displayed for prize hogs, giant pumpkins and miniature flower arrangements.

 

I strolled him through all the barns. He got to see, touch and smell cows, horses, rabbits, goats, sheep and roosters up close. He looked perplexed in the swine barn. It could be the smell, or the fact that those little piggies aren't quite as cute as they look in his picture books.  Or maybe he wondered how in the world those kids could be sleeping in the straw alongside their prize animals.

 

My grandson is a country boy at heart. He sat on a John Deere like he was ready to plow the north 40. Every time a tractor drove by, he squealed louder than the pigs.  

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