Tuesday, February 7, 2023
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When I was much younger, everyone looked forward to August when The Fair came to town. My dad would drive us into the village so we could see the train come in with all the rides and games for the mid-way. We'd celebrate Fireman's Day at The Fair. Each company would set up camp on the in-field of the race track. There was an annual parade and for a few years, I held the banner for LVFD. I'm sure there are a lot of stories from those days but I spent my time on the Midway to hear of many. Let's say a good time was had by all and there was a lot of comradery.
As I got older and moved out of WNY, I always went home for The Fair. Dad & Nancy used to rent scooters and my job was basically to open the doors for them. They always kept those scooters on "turtle" speed. My parents had an agenda. The first stop was at Mr. Sticky for a cinnamon bun with a huge side of icing Dad always had to stop and chat with the guys hawking their wares in the main building and every once in a while he'd buy something which would break in less than a week. Two stops we had to make every year: the Ag building to get his maple syrup and for lunch: a sausage & peppers sandwich with loganberry to drink.
The Fair won't be the same without them.
I love you, Dad.
Your favorite (and only) daughter.
