It was that time again. The time for our family to go to the fall fair. I first attended this fair when I was a wee girl and I got to be IN the parade. My grandmother made a beautiful dress and sash for my little sister and I and my mom made posies out of tissue paper. We carried baskets and threw the flowers and it was a core memory for me. I remember with my little legs it was hard to keep up with the parade and yet I loved getting to be a part of it. This year the parade was especially precious because my grandson was there for the first time and he loved it so much. My oldest son did not want to be there but he dutifully attended and all my children were there. This year we had limited funds and so that made it even more special as we could appreciate the previous years when we could be more free in our spending. We brought our food and could not go on many rides but each tradition and each memory made meant so much to me. As I walked around the fair grounds I kept expecting to meet my mom or my grandparents there and to look up and see my sister and her family approaching. This year none of that happened and there were times my eyes welled up with tears so full of gratefulness that I had those memories from the past.
After the parade we troop over to the fair grounds. We go into the barn where the animals are and the children are showing their chickens, ducks, bunnies and guinea pigs, sheep and cows. We also go into the building where we had my grandmother's funeral and where everyone's pride and joys are displayed. We go on rides and either we swelter or we are soaked in rain every year :) This year we sweltered. The babies did so well and were so patient. We enjoyed it all.
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