So, did you get your fill of the midway at the Elkhart County Fair last week? I’m about to make a shocking confession for a resident of Elkhart County — I didn’t make it to the fair this year. (And loud gasps were heard throughout the county.)
I know! It’s THE event of the year how could I miss it? I wanted to go to see CCR (Credence Clearwater Revisited) but honestly with just getting back from Mom’s memorial and knowing I was leaving town again in a couple of days for national conference, I needed to stay home. But trust me, I feel the loss.
For city folks like me, the fair is more about the entertainment, the midway and the food and the animals and projects are secondary. (Sorry, city girl speaking.) It reminds me of the boardwalks I frequented as a child. When I was a kid I loved the rides and the beaches. I was a daredevil with the rides, wanted to ride them over and over. Now I like to look at the rides but still love the beach.
Even though I wasn’t as crazy about the rides once I became an adult and realized just how much could possibly go wrong, I still went on the rides with my boys when they were little feeling that I could somehow protect them better if I were right there.
But all it took was watching a documentary last night about great, old amusement parks that stirred up two strong emotions in me:
• the desire to take my grandchildren to some of the amusement parks that I frequented as a child — Playland in Rye, N.Y., Coney Island and the Jersey Shore; and
• deep-seated disappointment that I never made it to Palisades Park as a child.
Those places were all featured in the documentary, so allow me to whine a little as I share this “poor me” story. But if you put yourself in the mindset of a 6- to 12-year-old maybe you’ll empathize.