Full disclosure: until last Sunday, I wasn’t even sure what a fall fair was. But the town of Milton has been holding one every September since 1864, and Younger Daughter wanted to see the horse show there. I figured this would be as good a time as any to discover what I’d been missing.
I had vague carnival-like expectations: rides, corny games, and unhealthy food. That was definitely part of it, but there were also travelling entertainers, funnel cakes and corn dogs, a ferris wheel, a dog show, and even a tractor-pulling (I think) contest. Plus the stuff that happened after we left: the bike rodeo, baby show, demolition derby, classic car show, children’s pedal tractor pull, and sheep show.
You know what’s weird? Although this all took place about 30 minutes from my house, it felt completely foreign. I couldn’t shake the idea I’d somehow fallen through a hole in the space-time continuum and was transported to a different era. The livestock and agricultural displays — complete with prize ribbons — were like something out of a Jimmy Stewart movie. There’s a whole world practically in my own backyard that I knew nothing about. And yet I shouldn’t have been so surprised: I drive past plenty of farmland several times a week (once I get off the highway) on my way to the barn where Younger Daughter’s horse lives. I just haven’t been paying attention.
So I learned something new about my little corner of the world this week. And now I’d like to share it with you, via this short video of my day at the fair.