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Canfield Fair Revisited
August 26, 2009 - Kathleen Palumbo
Each year as the Canfield Fair approaches, I become nostalgic, recalling how very many perspectives from which I have viewed and visited that event during my life. I’ll share a few of mine, and would love to hear yours.
-Attending as a kid myself, seeing my grandpa sit on a bench at the big rock, people-watching. Little did I know that would become one of my favorite past-times as well, (just a few years later).
-Leaving the house with about $10 in my pocket, strict instructions to behave and be careful, and spending countless hours roaming with friends. We would page our secret crush to the sound tower, watching inconspicuously for them to arrive (those of you laughing the hardest were right there alongside me).
- Visiting the “freak-show” tent for the first time. I have teased my husband over the years that I married him because he was the only person who was willing to satisfy my endless curiosity about what really was behind that mysterious curtain.
-Taking my own kids as toddlers, spending the day in kiddy-land and the animal barns. The fair is even better when seen through the eyes of your children.
-Attending a torrentially rain-soaked Vince Gill concert with my mom. He joked that if those of us who didn't make a run for it were crazy enough to stay for his performance, he certainly wasn’t about to call it a night. It was mom’s birthday gift. We made a memory. I’d do it again.
My kids now attend the Canfield Fair with their “significant-others,” and this year we’ll meet up at the fair if possible. Does it make me sentimental? Sure, but it’s ok – they’re making their own memories now.
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