I love these stories of your family and the fairs. My dad supervised the concessions and carnival at our local county fair when I was a teenager and I pretty much lived at our fairgrounds for a couple of weeks each summer--helping him, selling ice to the concession stands, and taking tickets at grandstand events. The smell of corndogs, lemon shakeups, and cotton candy never fail to transport me back to those hot, noisy, hard, happy days.
Love these stories and so true that we forget and remember the strangest things sometimes!
I love these stories of your family and the fairs. My dad supervised the concessions and carnival at our local county fair when I was a teenager and I pretty much lived at our fairgrounds for a couple of weeks each summer--helping him, selling ice to the concession stands, and taking tickets at grandstand events. The smell of corndogs, lemon shakeups, and cotton candy never fail to transport me back to those hot, noisy, hard, happy days.
Thanks for the memories. You and your family will always be a part of our lives.
You sure know how to make the tears spring. Thanks for sharing your stories.