Attending the Lexington Fair

The fair board wanted our tractor club to have the members there with their tractors at 8 o'clock in the morning.  We got there by nine, and some people made it later on.  They had hoped for thirty tractors, but I think they only got about twenty.

Cliff went over and gabbed with some of his fellow club members.  The guy on his left had the winning tractor after the votes were counted.

There is nothing cuter than a Farmall Cub.  We used to have one, but Cliff despises the Cub's lack of power.  Yeah, men like powerful tractors.  At least my man does.  Must be a testosterone thing.

Cliff is admiring an Oliver 1655 that belongs to a high school boy from Richmond.  We have a 1655, and if we should by chance sell the 1855, Cliff would restore it.  It looks pretty much like our big Ollie, just a little smaller.

It was about this time that I decided to walk around and see what this fair had to offer.  There was a fiddler's contest, and I heard some really talented people playing.  I looked for the corn dog stand, because there is one at every fair and I haven't had a corn dog all year.

It wasn't open.  Around 11:30 Cliff and I were hungry, the stand hadn't opened, and so we ate at the Mexican place.  I may not get to eat a corn dog this year.  Do my readers know if Sonic corn dogs are any good?

And then I discovered the stand where people were signing up for the frog races and turtle races.  I didn't want to point out to the poor kid toting this bucket that he had a toad, not a frog.  (It's a very small one.  It's up at the very top of the picture.)

  Oh yeah, the turtle race.  I'm sure this was the largest entry.

Oh yes, this should be exciting.  Actually, the fun part is watching the kids.

Little boys trying to figure out which frog to bet on.  Notice the boy with the bucket that contains his frog.  Notice at the lower left-hand side of the picture a covered bucket.  Obviously that kid has a frog that could possibly jump high enough to escape if his bucket wasn't covered.

Yes, when the frogs got lazy, sometimes the judges helped.


And then it was time to line up for the parade.

An old friend, RuthAnn, came to Lexington just to see me.  You can read an entry about her HERE that includes the words to a song I wrote about her.  I've recently updated the song and recorded it for her.  Cliff, remembering some of the song, said to me, "You're right.  I wouldn't want to mess with her."  

This is a member of our tractor club, Bob.  He is one of Cliff's older brother's best friends.  

 This is our new neighbor's very rare tractor.  His dad farmed with it.  By the way, we love our new neighbors.

This family had a float doing a takeoff of Duck Dynasty.  Notice the fake beards on a couple of guys on the float.  At first even the little boys had such beards, but it was a hot day and they removed them.  I'm sure they put them back on once the parade started.  

On a more solemn note, I took time to look at the Wall by the courthouse.  It has the names of all Lafayette County people who died in wars from WWI and upward.  I saw a lot of last names of people whose relatives still live around here.  Very sad.