Driving along the interstate the night sky is suddenly alive with neon lights and fireworks - you can hear the roar of the roller coasters and see a ferris wheel spinning. As you pass by, there's music and laughter and the unmistakable sounds of machinery and screaming crowds. The State Fair is in town again.
The fair has changed over the years. The vendors are a little tackier, the parking more expensive, and the crowds are more gangs than families, but you can can still get your fill of hot dogs and cotton candy and caramel apples. It makes my teeth hurt just to think about it.
In Nova Scotia, we had an annual Sunday School picnic and everything was hand made. Box lunches, three legged races, a softball game. Everyone came and brought all their children, blankets and quilts were spread on the ground,
there was dancing and dominoes and pie eating contests. We all stayed until the sun went down and then while the little ones slept, there would be a singalong - a hundred or so voices carried on the air and across the water, songs like ....if I could erase the lines from his face, and bring back the gold to his hair .. sweet old songs for simple times and uncomplicated people leading quiet lives...if God would but grant me the power to turn back the pages of time....
for that silver haired daddy of mine....
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