When we arrived, we pulled into a muddy driveway and felt the exquisite letdown of dashed dreams. There before us was a stand with a very portly cabbage and a pumpkin that looked like it has been on steroids. There was a cow. And a Ferris wheel. And a cotton candy stand. The rest is all a blur from the tears that filled my disappointed eyes. We made the best of our time there and I've seen pictures of the fair in its more mature splendor today. Quite a change from the meager offerings in 1967.
Being a kid was tough because of the long days of summer and short days of winter. During the winter, we went to school and came home in the dark. There was only about 3 hours of daylight. However, the worst part was summer when there was only about 3 hours of darkness. As a kid, it seemed so unfair to have to go to sleep when it was still so light out!
We did get to see the Aurora Borealis, or Northern Lights, a few times though. That was brilliant!
And now, for the best part of our whole stay there . . . MOOSE TURD JEWELRY! Yes, moose droppings are very uniform in size and shape, much like rabbits', and they take them and shellac them and make beautiful jewelry out of them. My mother had a pair as a souvenir. Had, being the operative word. Someone with an incredibly inquisitive nature had to bite into one to see if it was real. I was 11! Give me a break!