Grandma and Grandpa Gauvey usually take the grandchildren to see the animals at the Great Darke County Fair early in the week so that when their Dad and I take the kids we can concentrate on rides, games and refreshments.
One memorable ride last year was Joe’s on the little airplanes. Both Joe and John wanted to ride them so when it was time to board I popped Joe in the closest one and walked on around to put John in another seat.
I turned around and Joe was gone. I rushed back to the plane I had set him in. The seat in the plane was broken, and Joe was sitting on the floor waiting patiently for the ride to start.
Joe was resettled in a red plane complete with seat. The first two times around he waved happily as he passed us. The third time he had disappeared. We looked closer on the fourth pass and saw the top of Joe’s head. He had decided he liked sitting on the floor.
Our older children’s favorite game last year was the one where they could shoot a cork gun until they finally hit a numbered wooden slat that indicated which prize they had won. Anyone who flipped two slats with one cork got their choice of any prize on the display.
Seven of the children tried their luck and, with the help of an understanding concessionaire who let the little ones in real close, six of them won a prize after just a few shots each. The seventh was Joyce.
Joyce aimed very carefully and shot time after time, only to hit the roof, the floor, the concessionaire, and a few innocent by-standers on the midway. Everybody tried to help her, but to no avail.
Finally in exasperation, I ordered, “Just close your eyes and shoot!”
She did, and “Ping”, a bulls eye. Two slats flipped. As Joyce surveyed the prizes in absolute ecstasy, trying to decide which prize she wanted, the concessionaire stood there, shaking his head in disbelief as he muttered, “Luck, just pure luck!”
Irene, Bob, and Joyce decided to wind up last year’s visit to the Fair with a ride on the Twister. They were delighted to discover that they were the only ones on the ride, and as it started they were bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and excited.
After a goodly number of twists, swirls, and turns they were wide-eyed, and very serious. A few more and they began to get green. When the Twister finally stopped we expected all three of them to stagger away vowing never to ride again.
It finally stopped, and they bounced off with “Wow! Can we go again?”
And so, go again we will, to the 1971 Great Darke County Fair. See you there.
Editor’s Note: This column was first published in the Greenville Advocate on August 25, 1971.
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