One of the most exciting times of the year growing up was the opening of the L.A. Country Fair. You're probably thinking the fair was in Los Angeles. But no, it actually was in my hometown of Pomona which is about 40 miles south of L.A. I'm not sure why the fair ended up there, maybe because there was lots of land and it was at one time a very agricultural area and maybe because that's where very leggy girls come from. (The fair photos are all from Google images).
I found this diary post from when I was about 13 (translation below).
"Today is the worst day of the year so far. Dick came over and said that he wasn't going to take us to the fair. My Mother won't let me go out tonight and I could be taking a walk with Dick and Richard might come over. The reason my mother won't let me go out is because it is Barb's 16th B.D. So I just went to my room and cried."
But then later I must have been able to go to the fair because I found evidence in my diary that I had been there for a big Rock and Roll dance. Here's the ticket:
I wonder if I wore the proper dress. And how on earth did I afford $1.50 to get in? I vaguely remember seeing Joe Houston. But who were the Six Teens & a Turk? They must have been one of those 1 hit wonders. And the Cups????
The L.A. County Fair is still in Pomona and will be opening some time in September. But I don't think I'll go. I'm sure they've patched those holes by now!