We took the kids's to the fair on Sunday. We also took them after school on Tuesday. In our family the first Tuesday of the fair is when all of our family goes. It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember. My gram loved to go to the fair. She looked forward to it every year. She loved to go into the craft buildings and look at all the crafts. If she saw something new that was knit or quilted she would buy one and then figure out how it was made and make one herself at home.
My favorite story about the fair is the one from my mom's childhood. My mother is one of 10 kids and like a lot of people back then, they didn't have much money. But my gram always took them to the fair, and they each got a roll of dimes to have. They could use the dimes for games or rides it was up to them. My mom said the games were 10 cents and the rides were either 25 or 50 cents. They never ate in the fair, instead they would go to the parking lot and eat the lunch my gram had packed for them. What made it special was that my gram bought things that they didn't usually get to have like soda and oreos.
I just love to hear this story over and over. It shows what a great mom my grandmother was, and how she did the best she could with what she had. I miss her so much and think about her everyday. Her absence is felt every year we meet on Tuesday at the fair. We all toast to gram with our coffees.
And now I leave you some pictures from the fair!