Yesterday I visited the LaPorte County Fair, an annual event here as in many places. I do different things at the fair these days compared to when I was a little kid. Those days I remember saving my money to spend on rides and games and food. When I was old enough I'd go with a few girlfriends and we'd spend the afternoon spending our money and laughing and having fun. The teenage years were different....it seemed the fair was about being seen and seeing our peers from school whom we may not have seen over the summer months. Picking the right outfit and doing the right hairdo was especially important......at that time the fair was held about a week or so before school started, so it was sort of a first look at the highschool crowd in advance of that first day of school. Lots of buzz was generated especially in reference to who was dating whom, and we always went in the evening, never in the afternoon like we did in earlier years. Rides were not as popular at that age, and we kept a lookout for the object of our heart's desire, our latest crush. I skipped the fair in the early twenties and probably didn't return in earnest until I had children of my own in tow. Then we did the simple games and foods, toured the animal barns, and all went home hot and sweaty and tired, usually cranky. That continued until the kids got old enough to go "on their own", much to their relief I'm sure. That was preceded by taking the kids to the fair, and letting them go off by themselves for an hour or so while we waited at some central location. More often than not we sort of kept track of them at a distance, trying to stay out of their view. Don't know if we were successful or not. Now I'm attending as a full fledged adult knocking on the door out of middle age, and it's familiarity is all too...........well, familiar. I can recognize the smells, almost pinpoint the location of their origin, whatever their nature, food or otherwise. Remember we have animals here, so by now I know what to avoid if I want to. Our fair has a well planned Pioneer Village manned by adult volunteers in pioneer dress.......a working village, with a schoolhouse, full garden, quilting bee, blacksmith, living quarters.......the area set up for washing clothes on a washboard and using an old fashioned ringer is a HUGE HIT among the school age crowd. They have a hugh black iron pot over a open fire pit cooking the meal for the volunteers for that day........it is really a tribute to all the volunteers who built and man this village. I visit that area, usually have something to eat at one of the church buildings, sometimes take a walk around the ride and game area, and walk through the commercial buildings and the 4-H exhibits. I can "do the fair" in a couple of hours at most. It remains a tradition in the summer..........one of those time marking events that signal mid summer in the midwest. I may not do a lot there, but I usually go back, carrying on the ritual as a part of my existence. When I don't go to the fair, I have a vague feeling of unrest, like I should have, so why didn't I? When I go, I return home thinking there wasn't much new, but all the same, it's another life passage that begs to be remembered each summer in Indiana. Have you been to your County Fair this year?