The Indiana State Fair ended last Sunday. For 2 years I have not been able to go to the fair because of our situation here. I have missed it. I grew up going to the fair several times each week while it was open. How? Dad worked there. He loved the fair. As a child, he grew up across the street from the County Fair. I guess it was in his blood.
He worked the gates during his summer break. He moved workers, opened and closed gates, and made sure that the ticket takers and sellers were where they were supposed to be. He lived at the fair when it was open and because he was in management, we could go anytime we wanted. His job came with a lot of perks. He could go to shows, get into events that were closed and even got free samples. As a child, I felt like this was a dream job. I just used my fathers name and got where he would go. Everyone knew him or at least I thought they did.
Our favorite event was the demolition derby. It was such great fun to watch those drivers destroy those cars. I haven’t seen that in years but maybe one day I’ll get to see it again.
After I got married and had kids, my sister and I took our kids. Our husbands weren’t as excited about the fair as we were. We took another family and her kids. We would go during the day and Dad would get us all in. After dad decided to quit working the fair, we took dad with us. It was a big date and sometimes we went more than once.
The tradition has continued with my sister now working the fair. She doesn’t live out there and she doesn’t work the gates but she is carrying on. Though I haven’t been in a few years I will go back. The traditional will continue. It is in the blood.