The fall was late, the crops were too,
And the fair was for the first time set back.
But with much enthusiasm toward it we looked,
For it took us away from our books.
Dad did show his fine team,
The best pair of Morgan’s the county had ever seen,
And the work into them mom and dad put,
As they curried and the harness polished.
On that morning the fog was thick,
For they had to there be early.
The fog made we children rambunctious
As so excited we really were.
Mom had three patch work quilts she and grandma made,
Hung them in the stall we bought.
Lady offered her a price,
Grandma smiled and said, “Double the price.”
Those three quilts for a premium went,
Two of them blue ribbons won,
And mom and grandma said,
We made enough to pay for the fair.
Brother Jim and I did cut up,
Momma tried to settle us down,
But we knew we would get it,
When we got home.
Poppa did the leather strap get,
And boy did he tan our hides.
Blistered our little behinds,
Said we acted, like no children of his.
And the worst part of all,
Was not a whipping getting,
But he did my kewpie doll stomp,
Said it would not be in his house.
Soon that was forgotten and behind
As we reveled and the fair remembered.
I even the Ferris wheel rode three times,
And did kiss Marilyn Rose.
Remembrances of things long past,
Remembrances of those childhood days.
But shucks that kewpie doll,
I was going to give it to Marilyn Rose.
© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)