We hurried for good seats for the parade and we waved to all the people in it and they waved back. I was prepared with a paper bag for the candy, soon filled up.
“It was good that you brought a small sack, now wasn’t it,” Mom said. “And not long to fill it up.”
“And not long to be eaten either,” I mumbled.
I was scared of the ferris wheel, but rode it anyway, promising God all sorts of good behavior if I only lived through it. I loved the swings because you could go way out in space and then come back really fast. I pretended I was a lightening bug darting here and there. I could see Mom and Dad and my baby sister Dana, who was 17 months old and thought she could get into my stuff and was a big nuisance to me. I tried to go near her to scare her off, but she just pointed at me and laughed. Little kids like her were a real pain for us older kids who know much more than babies. After going around that many times I wobbled all around on the ground. She just laughed some more.
There were shows on the stage and bleachers in front of the Community Building. Many country and western music and bluegrass artists were very popular even if they were sometimes not very good, because people hungered for music and any entertainment during WWII. Radio had stations WHO and Nashville. I can remember when they had shows at the school where we raised funds for the new Fire Department. When Doc Williams entertained at the piano, his wife Mina and others played instruments and sang and told jokes. The shows raised enough to pay for a fire engine and all the equipment they could find. If anyone ever wondered why I am so interested in new good projects for Moravia, you have only to look at my growing up years. Moravia tackled one project, then another and another. No quit in this town.
Many people still did not have electricity in the county, so they had batteries for radios. That must be where the saying, “Go to bed with the chickens” came from.