California State fair, 1981, my sister Carol and I took my sons Philip 4 and Steven 18 months to the fair. It was a wonderful summer day in August; the weather wasn’t too hot it was actually a perfect day in sunny Southern Calif. We decided to see the animals first, while the morning was fresh and we felt like walking. The boys were full of chatter about what’s this and what’s that pointing to everything. I could tell this day was going to be one full of memories.
We went to see the pigs among other animals, from pen to pen, we walked looking at all of the fat pigs, we wandered up and down every isle, amazed that pigs could be so clean. There were white ones, brown ones and a couple of them had baby piglets squealing around in the pen. They were so cute. The boy’s eyes grew larger it seemed with every oink or squeal. We saw the sheep barn; all the sheep had been shorn, I guess they sell the wool and grade it for the 4-H club, but they sure looked like they were naked. Next was the goat shed oh my, did that stink! It was hard to believe that the pig barn smelled better. Nevertheless, we saw all of the goats; Nubians and Alpines were the main breeds for milk production in goa
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I have always had fond memories for the day young innocence was tried beyond sleepiness. Our little group traveled the pathways winding along, from one booth to the to the next, we ate cinnamon rolls, cotton candy, and candied apples and sampled everything I thought I would surely die from all of the junk food we indulged in. Steven won the first event; he was so excited, now he was ready for anything. I don’t know what motivated him; maybe it was all of the cheering from all the parents including my sister and I. Yet, when he got started digging through the mounds of diapers and came up with the little brown bear, I was surprised. We signed him into the 15-month to 2-year-old class, there were three events, find the bear, kick the ball the farthest, and pick up the most diapers. I sit back and ponder sometimes how much fun we had giggling all through the day, I still proudly display Stevens ribbons and the picture that was taken from the newspaper, even though it is getting a bit yellowed from age. It was for kids 2 yrs old and under. One day I will be able to show Steven’s children what a little "Olympian" their father was. Now he jumped right into the third event, which was to grab and make the biggest pile of diapers, and just started grabbing all the diapers.
That day earned him a picture in the newspaper and three big blue ribbons. We didn’t want to try the dime toss as we didn’t want to carry anything more than we had to. When he kicked the ball the farthest, Carol and I were both glowing with proud parental approval.
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