COUNTY FAIR

By Carl M. Lathrop
Published on May 1, 1979
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THE CROQUET PLAYER by Faith Gielow captures the essence of the era when society played the game.
THE CROQUET PLAYER by Faith Gielow captures the essence of the era when society played the game.
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Ralph Johannes exhibits his Grand Champion Jersey cow.
Ralph Johannes exhibits his Grand Champion Jersey cow.
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Ireland Manufacturing company drag saw powered by a Rumsey gas engine puts on a demonstration.
Ireland Manufacturing company drag saw powered by a Rumsey gas engine puts on a demonstration.
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Mark Johannes is rightfully pround of his ''blue ribbon'' Jersey calf
Mark Johannes is rightfully pround of his ''blue ribbon'' Jersey calf

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‘Hurry! Hurry! Up the river down the lake, Hokie Pokie five
a cake’ intones the candy butcher amidst the noise and smells
and confusion of that annual event, the county fair. It has been a
long time since I have attended one of these rural Americana events
that continue to be a part of our heritage. I really wanted to see
just how much they had changed over the years. Hokie-Pokie taffy
was certainly going to be more like fifty cents a cake. . .
assuming that filling remover was still in existence. But, really
aren’t they still ‘business as usual?’

The 134th annual Allegany County Fair in Angelica, New York
coincided nicely with my travel plans and it had two features about
it to specially recommend it to me. First, it was not only an
agricultural fair but a steam show of some consequence as well.
Also, Angelica is still home to some of my family. Thus it was that
my wife and I found a delightful campground on Almond Lake to park
our ‘home away from home’ while attending the fair.

We dropped down off the Southern Tier Expressway at the Angelica
exit and drove into town. It is a beautiful western New York state
village with a central park around which the main street passes in
a circle and from which many of the village streets radiate. The
white wooden bandstand done in ‘Carpenter Renaissance’ was
still there. But, more significantly, the old croquet courts had
been replaced with a well-kept lawn.

Many, many years ago, Angelica had been the county seat and as
such had attained a certain eminence but one of the things that I
remember from the period circa 1928 was the ardent croquet
enthusiasts arriving at the courts with their mallets neatly
wrapped in a meal sack ready for their part in the action. Croquet
was every man’s game then as tennis has become today. Faith
Gielow has captured the essence of this period in her sketch
‘The Croquet Player’ for the Heritage Days programan
obviously important citizen replete with bowler hat, pince-nez
glasses held by their safety cord around the neck taking careful
aim at the next wicket.

In this same period, Angelica was a division point on the now
defunct Pittsburg, Shawmut & Northern Railroad. We used to call
it the Pretty, Slow & Noisy just to tease my uncle who was
claim agent for the road. The tracks are gone now, but the yellow
brick depot is still there and is in use as a feed warehouse.
Otherwise everything seemed about the same.

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