I grew up in a rural community and, for the most part, have lived in this region my entire life.
The local fair, that takes place every year at Thanksgiving (Canada’s), has been a must-do for the local community.
When I was young, we had a single day for the fair and people would travel across the country to come home for the fair. It was a time to reconnect, to share stories, food, entertainment, and laughter.
The fair was also the time and place to showcase and celebrate skills, talents, and interests - from the very young to the very old.
Since those days, the fair has expanded to a 4-day event, and, in my opinion, has lost that special connection that the single day offered, or should I say “provided”.
This year, to honour my mom (who is 95) and her sister (who is 94), I secretly entered quilts that they had made this year into the competition. And, just because I was there anyway, I also entered my crocheted dolls.