September 1944, the year I was 5 and second youngest in my class. Only Larry Pfannebecker was born in September and younger than me. Most kids were growing up fast. WWII made a big difference in our lives. For me though, it was Fall Festival time.
In my kindergarten we wanted to ride the rides, watch the parade and see lots of people. Family, like in most towns, was strong in Moravia, and I looked forward to seeing all my cousins, both Kasters and Coxes. I wanted to talk about Fall Festival in school some more, but I had to hush up because it was someone else’s turn to talk. I was sure I would have had more interesting things to talk about, such as Fall Festival being so slow coming.
Then I saw the big truck carrying the ferris wheel and all the bright colored rides. I wanted to go uptown and help get the rides up but Dad and Mom said no, they don’t let little girls and boys help.
We did go and see the big tent go up and have an ice cream cone. There were so many lights everywhere, they were dancing in my eyes too, Dad said.
People were busy with all kinds of seed corn hats, measuring sticks and fly swatters as prizes for people to stop and buy their products and get the free stuff too. We had to go home, but we knew we’d be back on Saturday to ride the rides and see all the relatives we didn’t get to see often because we didn’t have horses and it was too far to walk.
Uncle Rex and Aunt Marie would have soft ice cream cones for special little girls, or any other person who wanted one, on Saturday. Dad went in the pool hall to play pool with a few strangers. No one who knew how good he was would want to lose their money. Mom and baby sister Dana and I weren’t allowed in of course. We went down through the park seeing relatives, talking to friends and relatives. Dad caught up with us beaming, so I knew the pool games were successful.