My Mother's Fair Memories

Carthage Fair midway, 1932--the year my mother was born.

I got my mother to start a blog for her 70th birthday, just before I started the first of my blogs. Lillian's Cupboard is filled with posts about family (including lots about the Applegates), quilting, World War II, and best of all, cooking and recipes.

She's written specifically about Carthage Fair, or Hamilton County Fair, and then county and state fairs in general. With her permission, I'm reprinting her post, "Fairground Food," below. If you'd like to see the original, including larger photos, go to this link. For Carthage Fair-related posts, go here. For those and all county and state fair posts, click here (be sure to scroll down).


Fairground Food

My grandfather, John Black Applegate,
and my father, John Alonzo (Johnny), ca 1914

When I was growing up in the 1930s-40s, the fairground was a fun place to go with the family in the summer. Fairground food was cotton candy, fried fish sandwiches, taffy apples, and ice cream candy.  When my father was growing up in the 1920s, a fairground was his home for much of the year.  My grandfather was a blacksmith and horseshoeing was his trade…

Grandma Lillian (Illie), Annie, Frank,
a neighbor, my father--Johnny

He took his business on the road during the county fair season, and his large family came along.

Grandma Lillian (Illie) Applegate,
Frank Applegate in lower foreground

 My grandmother (the original Lillian) did the laundry in a washtub outside the barn, and cooked the family meals on whatever kind of stove she could rig up.

Martha (Mount) Applegate, Johnny Applegate

My father brought along the memories of fairground meals when he married my mother, Martha Mount, in 1932.

I still make these two dishes today at age 78.

FAIRGROUND PANCAKES

• 1 cup all-purpose flour
• 1 tsp. sugar
• 1-1/2 tsp. baking powder
• 1/4 tsp. salt
• 2 Tblsp. vegetable oil
• 1 cup milk

In a small bowl, stir together the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Add the oil and milk, mixing well. Cook on a hot griddle until bubbles form on the surface. Flip and continue cooking on the reverse side. Serve hot with butter and syrup.

This makes six 4″ pancakes, or, as my father would have made them, two large griddle-sized flapjacks.

My father would have used bacon drippings or lard instead of oil, and the milk would have been diluted evaporated milk. He made syrup by mixing the right ratio of dark brown sugar and water (which I’ve never perfected) and boiling until of  syrup consistency. And the meal would not have been complete for my father unless there were two sunny-side-up eggs on top of the pancakes, everything liberally sprinkled with black pepper.

My oldest daughter and I always have a pancake and egg breakfast, called our Fairground Breakfast, before we start out on a long trip. It’s sure to hold us until lunchtime.

Another of my father’s fairground favorites was his chili.

FAIRGROUND CHILI

• 1 lb. ground beef
• 1 large onion, diced
• 1 large can of kidney beans
• 1 medium can of tomato puree
• Water to fill one kidney bean can and one puree can
• 1/2 to 1 tsp. salt
• Grating of black pepper

In a large pot, brown the ground beef and onion until no pink shows in the meat and the onion is tender. Add the kidney beans, puree, and water from the two cans. Simmer on the stove for at least one hour. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Serve hot--4 servings.

My father liked his chili with lots of chili powder and saltine crackers. He usually broke the crackers up in the chili. One of the favorite aromas of my childhood was of beef and onions frying in preparation for chili.

I continued to take my children (and now my grandchildren) to county fairs. Back in the 1960s, I took my three young children to the Owensville (Clermont County, Ohio) fair and stopped in a trailer parked on the fairgrounds to visit my father’s cousin and his very large family. Bill Applegate was also a blacksmith and hauled his family around the fair circuit to make a living. Inside the small trailer, five or six little kids were seated at a table and Bill’s wife, Mary, was at the stove frying mush in a big cast iron skillet. She would slice the mush, throw it into the hot grease, flip it, and then put it on one of the kids’ plates. For the 15 or 20 minutes we were there, she never stopped flipping and serving slices of hot mush; there was always an empty plate with a hungry child yelling for more. She invited us to have some, but we said no thanks and left her there to feed her kids.

So, when you hear the term “Fairground Food,” it’s not always an expensive treat out on the midway--it could very well be somebody’s favorite meal.

NOTE: If you also have memories of Carthage Fair you'd like to share, add them to the comments. Or contact me about a guest post. I'd love to hear others' tales of enjoying Carthage Fair.