I remember the fair at the old location north of town
old wood buildings painted with feed & seed signs on faded planks and the harvest moon rising gold high above the ferriswheel and corn fields casting the mountains in coal black shadows against indigo liquid skies.
The scene was a story book page, a real life Charlotte's Web, a storybook I could live for a night. The images and memories of that old time fair grounds blazed into my young mind and haunted my dreams with fits of giggles. I had always believed there was magic lost when the old grounds were left behind and new shiny buildings replaced weathered planks.
Would the new location build dreams and write stories for new young minds.
I do not wonder any more.
To them it is still a story book that they get to step into every year.
A place where you can talk to animals and know they understand every word.
A place where you will meet a real life Wilbur
Where a farm girl pampers her prize hog
Where you can meet celebrities
|Snooki the pig|
Where every turn turns a new page of the story
|Prize winning pumpkins|
and revel new magic never seen before
|Bees cooling the nest on a hot day|
|Bees going into the hive|
|Willy Wonka of honey making|
|Adult canning entries|
Blue Ribbon dreams for all ages
|I'm so proud!|
|So very much to see and dream of winning!|
The land of beauty queens ...thank you Miss Katie for your kindness!
|Miss Virginia Association of Fairs|
|Quiet time before the crowds|
And then the crowds
|Washing cows before show time|
|Fluff and dry|
We should all be treated so good!
|Ladies in waiting|
|Greeting everyone who comes by|
|My favorite little piggy|