Did you ever go to a country show when you were a kidlet?
Fairy floss. Dagwood dogs (ugh!). Hot jam donuts. Onions sizzling on hot grills. The smell of horses. The sounds of cattle in their stalls. The whistle of a farmer calling his working dogs into obedience as they demonstrate their herding talents. Fluffy chicks. Ducklings sliding down watery slippery dips. Humongusly overweight pig mothers being devoured by her gazillion hungry bubba piglets. Kids art hanging on old dusty walls. Photos of memorable local moments. Tea cup sized roses. Pumpkins sitting competitively on their hay bale stadium ready for their weighing in. Stalks of corn and sorghum, slowly drying in the summer heat. Cakes baked by famous local CWA members. Scarecrows. Handiwork. Lots of smiling faces.
Ah, the memories of a local country show.
My absolute favourite part of going to a show when I was growing up and even more so, now, is the sticky beaking at all of the old buildings. They are all of a similar era. Built in a time when there seemed to be more time. More tastefulness. More dedication to quality and longevity. More care. More!
Recently we had a homeschooling day at one of our local showgrounds. How could I not sneak a photo or 20 of these old beauties?
Drinks, chips or sweets anyone?