Enough about the fair. Write about something else. We’ve heard enough.
Perry, Houston, TX
Dear Senseless Perry,
Thanks for writing. And because you took the time to do so……. tonight Perry…. I will try NOT to write about the Preble County Fair.
But you will never guess what I saw today? A first place onion. Honest to goodness. That got me thinking about some things.
Many of you know I am a self-confessed City Girl. Well, as it turns out, I am learning a great deal each time I go to the aforementioned fair.
For instance… today… I found out about a meteorite that crashed into Preble County. I don’t know the exact year, but I am guessing it was the early 1900s from the ages of the folks in the story. People saw it crash through the trees, and then hit the ground. These are the sort of things that interest me.
Then I learned about the shortage of lamb meat in the United States. There must be an increase of Gyro consumption. Perhaps a huge influx of Greek immigrants? Who knows, really.
I met a couple that has been coming to the Fair together every year since they’ve been married. They met at the Demolition Derby about 25 years ago. Yep. The Demolition Derby…for the first date. Thankfully, the marriage is still working out.
Before today, I only knew of the Model A Ford, and of course the Model T. I didn’t realize there were models in-between. But apparently, there was a B, C, D… and on. I just read online, about a Model S. Who knew? You just don’t hear about them like you do the Model A and the Model T. Yet, this was another tidbit I learned today at the fair.
One thing has been bothering me all day though. And that is the little first place onion. City Girl that I am…. I cannot find out what exactly “makes” a Champion onion. I scoured the Fair Book. I looked high and low. I studied those little onions… sniffed them, poked them, eyed them closely. I even asked around . Nothing.
I know my onions: yellow, white, green, vidalia, and such. I’ve eaten a boat load of onions in my life. I’ve even cried over onions. But in all my days, I never saw one with a blue ribbon pinned on its chest. Is it some kind of Champion swimmer, or something? I guess I just wouldn’t be able to give ONE single onion a ribbon for being the best.
And there you have it… I will not discuss the fair at all tonight. I will just write about flying rocks, Greek Immigration, true love, Ford Motor Company, and root vegetables.
Perry…. thanks. I bet others are tired of hearing about this old Fair too. Good thing we are going to peel right by it tonight.