The Great Minnesota Get Together

Gates open at 6 a.m. to the MN State Fair, that is when my Dad would take us.

We started our journey at Machinery Hill, climbing on the tractors, looking at farm machinery and next years’ model of the Ford truck. We were city people, but my Dad grew up in a small southwestern town in Minnesota and the farm never left his blood.

He took us 5 siblings, one at a time to the Fair. 5 $.99 hamburgers/no fries or soda, 5 rides down the big yellow slide, 5 walks through the cow barn. I will always have fond memories of the Fair, thanks to my patient Dad, who took us to the Fair every year, even though he didn’t particularly love crowds.

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