Yes! The first weekend in October–my kids and I are once again headed for the Deerfield Fair in Deerfield, NH. My folks took me to the fair when I was a kid, I dragged my citified boyfriend there from college (“Did you ever notice that sheep feel a lot like wool?”), and I hope if I ever have grandkids, they’ll get the chance:
- To pat the noses of giant draft horses and wobbly baby calves.
- To enjoy the latest big voice from a pre-teen country music singer.
- To smell funnel cake, cotton candy, and fresh-baked apple crisp.
- To cheer for the pig scramble, and to admire Missy the 700-pound pig (now stuffed), who began her long life as a pig-scramble piglet.
- To continue my scientific research into which of 86 kinds of home-made fudge tastes best.
If that’s not enough reasons to go–a mere 50 cents will buy you a special plastic cup that squawks like a chicken, from 82 year-old “Chicken Man.”