Until next year

Saturday, the last day of the fair until next year.

There was no more to do at the fair that evening one year back in the 30's, so we made our way out, but going through the buildings as we left, we went through the cooking arts building. A nice lady tending the displays asked if we would like a cake. There were many cakes that were not reclaimed by their bakers, and since there was nothing more to do with them she offered them to us rather than throw them out. We gladly accepted her kind offer, and I was the recipient of an angle food cake that had been baked with all the skill and care of the maker. So carrying them on a paper plates, we thanked her, and left the fairgrounds eating cake. We had no forks, but hands were used before forks, and there were no mothers there to scold us.

The mile and a half walk home gave us plenty of time to have our fill of cake, and I don't remember whether there was any left by the time I reached home.

What a nice way to finish up a week of fair time pleasures.