When I was a kid, the local show was the biggest event of the year, I think it probably was in all small country towns. There was always great build up and excitement about it and I couldn’t wait to get there on the Saturday to buy a show bag and have a go (or fifty) on the clowns. I loved the clowns.
Papa took these shots. Have to laugh at that ride with the horses swinging around. it looks like something my father might have built in the backyard using scrap metal.