I don't remember going to the county fair until I was engaged to my husband. His cousin had two little girls, cute as a bug. I don't know how we chose which one we took, but we took the younger one. Black hair, about 5 yrs old. We took her and bought her all kinds of candy, took her on rides, completely spoiled her rotten. We had more fun than she did, but she was enjoying herself. I think we spent at least half a day, maybe more. Later, we lived in Salem Or and lived just up the street from the state fairgrounds. We went almost every year for a while to the state fair. I thoroughly enjoyed that. I liked the needlework, quilts, baking, county displays, hobbies of different people, and one year went into the animal section. I'm not fond of animals so I went with my husband at least once. One section I dearly loved to see was the gardening section. Beautiful flowers, and yard lay-outs. I would get the order blanks to order some of the flower bulbs, but rarely did. Emma ----- Original Message ----- From: carol hall<mailto:lola5341@setel.com> To: Durrett_HS_60s@yahoogroups.com<mailto:Durrett_HS_60s@yahoogroups.com> ; KentuckyMemories@yahoogroups.com<mailto:KentuckyMemories@yahoogroups.com> ; KYHeritageFolklore@yahoogroups.com<mailto:KYHeritageFolklore@yahoogroups.com> ; southern-chat@rootsweb.com<mailto:southern-chat@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, March 13, 2008 5:59 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair Hi Ruth and All, The first time I ever went to a Fair I was in Michigan... I had no idea what a fair was... Detroit Fair Grounds at 8 MILE and Woodward... First thing I noticed was the smell... Pop corn, French fries, Taffey Candy etc.. Best was French fries with vinegar sprinkled over them... We took pictures of them-I still have Rusty`s picture.. Best of all I lived right next to the fair grounds and we had a big hole in the fence we would slip through for years.. Love Carol In Ky.

Not Me !!! Another year I was about 6 or 7 months pregnet and I did`nt have any money-they had patcher our hole up for the first day-hehe.. So I went around on Woodward Ave where they had a turning gate that looked like a ladder with runs... I thought Uhumm !!! Soon as the ticket taker turned his head I was up that ladder gate and down on the other side before he could turn around... I had a straight tight 60`s dress on to... Other people saw me and just shook there heads.. I was from Mammie Yokums neck of the woods-so I did`nt care.. They had General Ulysses S. Grant`s house there with the original furniture. Now I really enjoyed That !!! I rode a four wheel farris wheel-that week it crashed and killed about 4 people... I never rode no moe... Carol -------Original Message------- From: Ruth Date: 3/13/2008 10:20:25 PM To: southern-chat@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair And another question, Carol. Did you ever get "caught" going through that Hole in the fence? Ruth ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Ruth it was the Michigan State Fair but its at 8 mile and Woodward~wonder if its still in the same place ??\ That's a bad neighborhood now-it where they made that movie "8 mile"... Carol -------Original Message------- From: Ruth Date: 3/13/2008 9:54:52 PM To: southern-chat@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair Carol, in Michigan, were you at a state fair or a county fair? And when you Returned to Kentucky, did you go to your local fairs? Ruth ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

So are those streets or towns--8 mile and Woodward? I'm not clear on it, yet. ----- Original Message ----- From: "carol hall" <lola5341@setel.com> To: <southern-chat@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, March 13, 2008 9:32 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair > Ruth it was the Michigan State Fair but its at 8 mile and Woodward~wonder > if > its still in the same place ??\ > That's a bad neighborhood now-it where they made that movie "8 mile"... > Carol > > -------Original Message------- > > From: Ruth > Date: 3/13/2008 9:54:52 PM > To: southern-chat@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair > > Carol, in Michigan, were you at a state fair or a county fair? And when > you > Returned to Kentucky, did you go to your local fairs? > > Ruth > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG. > Version: 7.5.519 / Virus Database: 269.21.7/1328 - Release Date: 3/13/2008 > 11:31 AM > >

Oh, Carol! What a character you were (are). Teehee. Ruth

And another question, Carol. Did you ever get "caught" going through that hole in the fence? Ruth

Hi Ruth and All, The first time I ever went to a Fair I was in Michigan... I had no idea what a fair was... Detroit Fair Grounds at 8 MILE and Woodward... First thing I noticed was the smell... Pop corn, French fries, Taffey Candy etc.. Best was French fries with vinegar sprinkled over them... That day I did`nt realise who I was meeting.. Elvis was there but I did`nt care for Him so I went over to see Rick Nelson, my friend kissed him-I never had enough nerve.. That day I met John F. Kennedy running for president.. He was setting upon the back of a convertible car, smileing and shaking hands as he went by.. I saw Adlah Stevens, Shook hands with Governor Rocksfeller and Miss America.. I had no idea who all these people was and why every one was cutting such a shine over them... What made my day most of all was when I met Rin Tin Tin, Rip Masters and Rusty... I had seen them on TV and knew who they was.. We took pictures of them-I still have Rusty`s picture.. Best of all I lived right next to the fair grounds and we had a big hole in the fence we would slip through for years.. Love Carol In Ky. -------Original Message------- From: Ruth Date: 3/13/2008 7:17:57 PM To: Durrett_HS_60s@yahoogroups.com; KentuckyMemories@yahoogroups.com; KYHeritageFolklore@yahoogroups.com; southern-chat@rootsweb.com Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Going to the County Fair I thought it might warm us up on these chilly days to talk about memories of going to the county fair--or the state fair--or to an amusement park. For people in KY, the amusement park to go to in days gone by was Fountaine Ferry. I have several stories that will appear in the book KENTUCKY MEMORIES on that topic--more than one of them by members of this group. But how about the fairs? I grew up in Louisville, and so the KY State Fair was what I went to see. Actually, it was soooo big that it was exhausting to try and see it all--but it was a good kind of exhaustion. Usually, I went to a show. Like, one year I went to see Roy Rogers perform--along with trained horses, singing, etc. Roy and Dale are two of my favorite people of all time. And I sometimes went to the rodeo at the fair. That was fun. I didn't spend too much time on the midway, though. All that stuff inside the big buildings--the exhibits--were what I enjoyed most. The people blowing glass and other craftsmen, the 4-H exhibits (I was in 4-H for awhile. My mom was the leader of our group.) Of course, I signed up to "win" something at almost every booth. Did I win anything? Noooooooo. But I was incurable. I kept on trying, year after year. Dreaming is what fairs are all about, I think. I loved to buy those little chameleons they sold for something like 50 cents I don't know how they kept those critters alive, though, because, after going home with me, their life-span was about 24 hours. And I was good to my little green lizard--probably just handled it too much. One year at the fair, I remember buying a white cloth hat. And, rather than havnig my own name written across it, I asked them to write "Thor." Strange, I know. But I had read all those books by Thor Heyerdahl, KON-TIKI and several more, and I dreamed of going on adventures like his. I think my goal in life--most of my teen years--was to be a National Geographic photographer When I went back to school after the fair, probably when I was in the 11th grade, I told my boyfriend about my hat. I don't think he was impressed. And he said, "If you had a son, you'd probably name him Thor, wouldn't you?" I said, "Maybe." Somehow, though, my boyfriend and I went separate ways after high school. Before long, I married someone I met in college. And on February 5, 1966, I gave birth to a six pound, 12 oz blonde baby boy--and named him Thor. So--what's your story? Come on, I know you've got one. Ruth ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Carol, in Michigan, were you at a state fair or a county fair? And when you returned to Kentucky, did you go to your local fairs? Ruth

Wow! You were rubbing shoulders with all kinds of history, weren't you, Carol? What grand memories you have! Ruth

I thought it might warm us up on these chilly days to talk about memories of going to the county fair--or the state fair--or to an amusement park. For people in KY, the amusement park to go to in days gone by was Fountaine Ferry. I have several stories that will appear in the book KENTUCKY MEMORIES on that topic--more than one of them by members of this group. But how about the fairs? I grew up in Louisville, and so the KY State Fair was what I went to see. Actually, it was soooo big that it was exhausting to try and see it all--but it was a good kind of exhaustion. Usually, I went to a show. Like, one year I went to see Roy Rogers perform--along with trained horses, singing, etc. Roy and Dale are two of my favorite people of all time. And I sometimes went to the rodeo at the fair. That was fun. I didn't spend too much time on the midway, though. All that stuff inside the big buildings--the exhibits--were what I enjoyed most. The people blowing glass and other craftsmen, the 4-H exhibits (I was in 4-H for awhile. My mom was the leader of our group.) Of course, I signed up to "win" something at almost every booth. Did I win anything? Noooooooo. But I was incurable. I kept on trying, year after year. Dreaming is what fairs are all about, I think. I loved to buy those little chameleons they sold for something like 50 cents. I don't know how they kept those critters alive, though, because, after going home with me, their life-span was about 24 hours. And I was good to my little green lizard--probably just handled it too much. One year at the fair, I remember buying a white cloth hat. And, rather than havnig my own name written across it, I asked them to write "Thor." Strange, I know. But I had read all those books by Thor Heyerdahl, KON-TIKI and several more, and I dreamed of going on adventures like his. I think my goal in life--most of my teen years--was to be a National Geographic photographer. When I went back to school after the fair, probably when I was in the 11th grade, I told my boyfriend about my hat. I don't think he was impressed. And he said, "If you had a son, you'd probably name him Thor, wouldn't you?" I said, "Maybe." Somehow, though, my boyfriend and I went separate ways after high school. Before long, I married someone I met in college. And on February 5, 1966, I gave birth to a six pound, 12 oz blonde baby boy--and named him Thor. So--what's your story? Come on, I know you've got one. Ruth

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Elderly Mishaps: This Will Be Us Some Day Here is a precious story told by a friend of mine who loves and supports the elderly people in his life. But he also sees the humor in the aging process.It's a precious story, and reminds us that we are all headed to the same destination, if we live long enough.--Ruth in Kentucky. "As some of you already know, I'm dealing with my mom & my mom-in-law (we'll call her Jane), both having Alzheimers. With my own memory slipping more, everyday, I have to tell you one for the book that actually took place, yesterday. Don't laugh, it may be us down the road. The nursing home where my mom-in-law lives sometimes takes some of the folks out to Mr. Gatti's for lunch. Well, I volunteer to assist from time to time but missed yesterday due to my dad going into Jewish Hospital with pneumonia. Instead, my sis-in-law (we'll call her Ree) went to keep an eye on Jane. After arriving, Jane went to the restroom. With time passing, Ree began to wonder, "What's keeping Jane so long?" So she went to the restroom and found Jane standing--waiting for the lady standing next to her to go first. Here's how the conversation went. Ree: "Mom what's taking so long?" Jane: "I'm waiting for that Lady to go first." (while looking at her reflection in the mirror) Ree: "Mom, that's you!" Jane: "What? I don't look like that, do I?"

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I don't know what happened...I can't get into anyone on there Emma I wrote you and Shirley last night...no answer..I wrote to the mailinfg lists to re-subscribe no answer...Please tell Shirley for me that I can get any mail, or write anyone OK? My box had attachment from Pat yesterday that may have messed it up. Thanks Stella

Laurelyn your e-mail is the ony one that has come through since yesterday. I have written everyone...no answer...I even re subscribed...no answer Stella

I tried writing you and my email bounced. Emma ----- Original Message ----- From: Stella Roper<mailto:busmar1852@webtv.net> To: southern-chat@rootsweb.com<mailto:southern-chat@rootsweb.com> ; MindaTamsyn33@wmconnect.com<mailto:MindaTamsyn33@wmconnect.com> Sent: Tuesday, March 11, 2008 1:54 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] ~~~~Communication from the grave~~~~~~ Laurelyn your e-mail is the ony one that has come through since yesterday. I have written everyone...no answer...I even re subscribed...no answer Stella ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com<mailto:SOUTHERN-CHAT-request@rootsweb.com> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

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I sent her a note via snail mail today....Miss her terribly ....she's a true Original ! We need something to smile about so I hope she's got her computer whipped into shape and is thinking up some outrageous new things to shock us with......Jeannie T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Mon, 10 Mar 2008 10:16:52 -0500 "Ruth" <ruthplay@scrtc.com> writes: > I wrote Paulette an email yesterday. It has not bounced back, yet. > > Ruth