State Fair

When my brother, sister and myself were young we NEVER got to go to the State Fair.  Dad hated going to the fair.  When he was young he spent from June 1st until the State Fair was over in mid August at a fair.  Maybe only home for a day or so.  Slept and ate in the barns with the live stalk.  It was pretty serious business showing registered Hampshire Hogs and registered Hereford Cattle.

We did get to join 4H when we were kids.  Mostly I got to do baking or sewing when there was a separation with "girls and boys" 4H.  Then they started a combined 4H.  That is when we all three got to show hogs.  We got to go to the Coles County Fair but that was all dad could take. We never did qualify for the State Fair, which dad was ok with.

   Jeri took Kristyn to the Coles County fair on arm band day she invited the boys to go with them. 
                                                         "A fun time was had by all".                                            

When my grandsons, Clayton and Braden, joined 4H it was going to be fun to watch them participate.  On Clayton's first project he qualified to go to the State Fair.  Braden got a blue ribbon but was to young to go to state.  So last Sunday we all loaded up in Brad and Sarah's van and headed out for a "hot" day at the State Fair.

Ribbons from the Coles County Fair

                                                 Talking with the Judge at the State Fair

He presented his project and answered the Judges questions.  The Judge said he did a very good job for being young.

We walked the fair grounds.  Checked out the live stalk.  Then headed to the midway.  Ate fair food and then the boys plus mom and grandpa rode the sky lift.  Grandma, Lindy and daddy walked to the end of the sky lift.

             Conservation World was a big hit.  Got to shoot arrows and pellet guns.  Both boys are                                                           really good shots.  Must be in their gene's.

                                                                 Touching a Crawdad

                                                         The Lincoln here on display

                                                                    Typical Clayton

                                             And a must see.  The famous Butter Cow.


Ran into a woman I know from work and she took the sweetest picture of Lindy Lou and Grandma.

                                And as they say "Our dogs were barking" when we got in the van.