They say it's my birthday...

Today I'm celebrating my birthday at THE FAIR here in glorious Puyallup, Washington. I have spent many of my birthdays here. When I was a little girl, my grandma would send a taxi (she didn't drive) to pick me up and bring me to her house and we would go to the fair. For many years she worked as a food checker at Nettie's Farmhouse Restaurant at the fair. She sat on a tall stool by the kitchen and checked to make sure all the food that was supposed to be on the plate was there. She would always give my brother and me a silver dollar and some dimes for our fair money. I have memories of going to the fair with my mother on opening day, we did this for many years, even after she moved to Arizona, she would still be here for my birthday. I remember taking Nathan when he was just a little boy and I have pictures of him riding on the kiddie rides. A few years ago my very good friend from Pennsylvania came for a visit and stayed for my birthday and we went to the fair. I love the sights and sounds and smells of the fair. This year my cousin, Donna, and I will be doing the fair together. "The folks are all singing so merry and gay and it's Hi Ho come to the fair!" (from a song we sang in grade school during the fair)