July 2008


When we go to the Monmouth County Fair, of particular interest to my family is the antique tractor tent. My grandfather, born and raised in Kansas, possessed two International Harvesters, which he used to mow his fairly substantial lawn until he was 90 years old (when someone finally succeeded in convincing him that mowing the lawn in 95 degree heat was a poor idea at his age). When my midwestern uncle had to spend a few years in New Jersey, he lavished his attentions on a small yellow tractor (a Cub Lo-Boy–again, an International Harvester). And when all these tractors needed to find a new home, my cousin began using them for his landscaping business.

Monmouth County Fair tractor tent

So it’s kinda fun to go look through the tent and decide which tractors on display are most similar to the tractors that my family knows and loves.

This concludes our five-day retrospect of the five-day fair. But TOMORROW there is something VERY AWESOME planned for this photoblog, so be sure to tune in!



I know I already showed you the midway by night, but since I went to all the trouble of hauling my tripod out to the Monmouth County Fair, I thought I might show you something else. 🙂

So here we have the Zipper.

armadillo dillo dillo

Remember Bwana Jim? This is one of his armadillos.

They’re apparently pretty unfriendly critters, but they are SO CUTE.


I know in this day and age it’s kind of assumed that kids are scared of clowns. But I don’t exactly see any of the kids in this photo clinging to their mothers, bawling their eyes out ‘cos THEY DON’T WANT TO MEET THE CLOWN. Perhaps the clownhood still has a chance.

This friendly fellow drives around the fairgrounds every year beeping his horn, playing loud dance music, giving out random silly goodies to children, and generally making the fair more fair-like.

Monmouth County Fair!

You may or may not remember it from last year, but it’s time for the Monmouth County Fair again!

People flock to the East Freehold Fairgrounds from all over the county. They can ride the rides, play the games, submit entries (art, crafts, homegrown vegetables/ flowers, and canned goods) to the home and garden tent, smell the animals in the 4-H tents, visit vendors, eat the traditional fair cuisine, watch all kinds of entertainment (including pig races, lumberjack shows, Bwana Jim, local artists, dog shows, etc.), and plenty of other stuff.

It’s a five-day festival that sadly ends today, but I’ll keep providing you with photos for a few days. 🙂


The lake at Thompson Park. It’s kinda pretty, innit?

Okay. Look. I know they’re gross enough that you don’t really want to carry them around in your pocket, but does that mean you should just THROW THEM ON THE BEACH?! I found these two applicators about 20 feet apart at Sea Girt. Seriously, folks. Grow up.

(P.S. If this offends you, well, so it goes. Which is a thoroughly mature response, especially coming from someone who had the audacity to say “grow up,” but, y’know, it’s a part of modern life. If I were going to be a feminist, I’d say something like, “It’s not disgusting; it’s a beautiful and natural part of being a woman.” I’m not a feminist; it’s gross. But I am someone with a camera who doesn’t think life is all sunsets and flowers.)

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