State fairs always feel like a journey back in time to me. The celebration of agricultural successes, the “screw health!” cuisine, the historic buildings full of sweating spectators…it’s all a little nostalgic.
Walking through gardens and watching sky gliders pass over us, I wondered how much has changed since our first star fair in 1854.
If I could travel back in time and bring a few original state fairgoers to present day, what would they say? Would they stand in awe amidst the towering carnival rides?
While I can’t show the future to anyone in the past, I can see echoes of their influence even in today’s fair. I watch people take part in honored traditions of times past. I see whispers of century-old influences all over. And it makes me feel oddly satisfied, knowing that such an event of local pride and camraderie can withstand the test of time.