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The wave of nostalgia accompanying entry into the Minnesota State Fair, which kicks off its annual run toward Labor Day on Thursday, is almost as delicious as the deep-fried foods and other guilty-pleasure good eats that lie ahead.
Grandstand concerts. Majestic horses. The Midway’s glorious glow at nightfall. For so many Minnesotans, the fair is woven into family lore and memories.
For 4-H alumni like me, crossing the fair’s front gate triggers recollections even sweeter than those cookies sold by the bucketful. For me as a member of Iowa’s Albion Dandy Dozen 4-H club, the Butler County Fair was a summer highlight where I gathered with friends to show my “projects”: a Holstein cow, a horse, a dog, baked goods and a purse made out of recycled place mats.
I also helped my friend Heidi show her sheep, one of which once made a memorable breakaway while we practiced at home and headed toward a busy road. I refused to let go and dug in my heels, getting pulled behind it 20 to 30 feet before it stopped. It looked like livestock water skiing.
It wasn’t until years later that I realized that the actual “projects” were my friends and me. Assigned to cover the Minnesota State Fair for the Star Tribune, I walked through the barns and the 4-H building and saw these efforts through adult eyes.
The payoff for the work put into the livestock and homemade cupcakes wasn’t a blue ribbon. Instead, the discipline, teamwork and problem-solving readied 4-H’ers for life after we aged out of the club.