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July 4, 1980 Around Adair with Ed Waggener

The article below first appeared in the July 4, 1980 edition of the Daily Statesman. There are a lot of people hard at work to get the 2019 Adair County Fair ready to kick off on Thursday, July 11, and this article is an appreciation of the people who were working on the fair back in 1980. There's also a remembrance of fairs from the 50's and 60's. --Pen

By Ed Waggener

"Our county fair is the best county fair," to paraphrase the title song from the movie "State Fair," "the best county fair in our county."

Time was, we didn't make that claim.

Time was, we admitted that Russell County had the best county fair in the state, or even Shelby County.

But today, everybody in Adair County will own that the best county fair is right here in Columbia.

The reason the Adair County fair stays the best is the people behind it. People like President Joe Johnson; Vice President Samuel Wilson, Secretary-treasurer Edgar Troutman, and Assistant Secretary-treasurer James Wilkinson.


They're backed up by the Post Commander, James D. Crouch, and the fair's Board of Directors, Travis Scott, Garnett Baker, Vernon Curry, Ed Wilkinson, Jack Smith, Brooks Coomer, Ken Hendrick,

Leslie Land, Ray Wilkinson, Carl Coffey, Gary Melton, Chester Robertson, L.G. McKinley, H.W. Roach, Tom Roy, Grover Gilpin, John Ballou, Bob Morin, Woodruff Flowers, Huston Murray, and Bob White, and a host of other supporters.

The fair is people.

And the fair is memories.

It's personified by Joe Johnson, the President of the Fair Board. Perhaps as much as any one man, Joe Johnson has given a lifetime of service to Adair County public works projects.

Running the fair is not personally profitable to the men of the VFW.

They do it because the fair helps build community pride, and they believe in the community.

I've known Joe Johnson since I was a kid. The fact is, most Adair County kids know Joe Johnson and remember him because his life has been devoted to Adair County kids.

That's the way he would have it.

The fair, and the kids - through Little League program in Adair County - have been his life.

The fact is, Joe Johnson put those things uppermost.

I remember hearing a story about Joe Johnson being offered $15,000 a year job several years back. It would have meant traveling - on the road for a state agency.

The story goes that he turned it down. "No," he said, "I don't guess I can take it. I've got the fair coming up, and there's Little League this summer."

"Practical" people thought that was crazy. Back then, it was more money than most earned around here. But Joe made a good living in his own way, the way he wanted to earn money. And he kept time for the fair and the kids.

Today, it doesn't seem so crazy that the man devotes his time to the fair and to the kids. Grateful parents and community leaders agree.

Joe Johnson could easily win a county office, almost any of his choosing. But that, too, has always meant more time away from the fair and the kids.

So it's remained that he's never run for a public office.

He stays busy writing a large epitaph for himself when he finally leaves: He served his fellow man.

The fair for me is memories

There is a haunting voice I can still hear.

It was, for years, the voice of the man who was the "Voice of the Fair."

The man who possessed it might have been mistaken, on first seeing and hearing him, for a United States Senator, or a Governor of Kentucky, or a great minister.

The voice he had rang out clearly, with perfect dignity, full of wit and color.

To me, the voice of the late John Shelley was as distinctive as that of radio announcer Paul Clark, or Milton Cross, or President Kennedy or Winston Churchill.

He was that good. Now, new memories of announcers are being made by Robert Bell and Garnett Baker - today's "Voices of the Fair."

There were brave people who went to the fair.

Of them all, the bravest I remember is a guy I only knew by his nickname: Muletrain.

He wasn't scared of anything: Not of the ferris wheel. Not of the Tilt-a-Whirl. Not of the Rocket Ship. And not of the Octopus.

His special feat of derring-do was to stand up in his seat on the Octopus, when it reached its highest point, and grab a leaf or a branch from the oak tree overhead.

He always had an adoring audience of small boys.

There was great concern, too, a quarter of a century ago, about the man they called "Sabu." (I'm not sure of the spelling. It was pronounced "Sy Boo.")

He entertained by eating the heads off live snakes and chickens.

He was supposed to be a wild man. The barkers said so.

But the kids didn't think so. Some thought Sabu was a college man. "He makes $100,000 a year," kids would tell kids, "that's why he does it."

Others speculated he was a lawyer whose wife had left him. "He comes from Boston," they'd say.

Asked how they knew, kids would tell kids, "I talked with him after the show. He's intelligent. He talks just like you and me. Only smarter. I think he's a genius."

I never found out for sure.

But I always remember, when fair time comes around.

I remember the carnivals, and the nickel pitching concession. And my oldest brother, Arthur Lee, who could win a dish every time he pitched. And he'd pitch until the concessionaire made him quit.

My dad didn't think it was too smart. "Even when you win, you haven't won anything."

It was that shimmery, bumpy, orange colored carnival glass.

Only a decade or so ago did the stuff take on extraordinary value as collectors' items.

My brother must have had a fortune in it. Since he died, I don't know what happened to that treasure.

My father always had one supreme accolade for the finest: "That would take a premium at the fair," he'd say when he saw a fine animal, or ate a scrumptious cake or pie. They put great stock in the fair, then.

My granny, his mother, claimed to be the champeen at the fair. She'd say, "And when Sally Kelly saw me walk in with my white cake, her face just fell."

Sally Kelly, I think really was the champeen at the fair.

And I remember the car giveaways

Every year I'd buy just one ticket, because Momma and Daddy didn't believe in gambling. One ticket was a donation to the fair. More was gambling.

There was always great concern when the fair car was won by a well-to-do person. "Alvin Lewis don't need a car," they said about Columbia's then wealthiest man, "it looks like somebody would have won it who needed it. Like me," they'd say.

There were the girlie shows which created great moral temptations in the finest Columbia households.

Every year, some of Columbia's outstanding citizens would make their way in to see the show. And every year at least one wife would march right in and drag one out, by the ear.

Today there isn't as much titillation in the call of the hootchie kootchie barker.

Hollywood has all but usurped their place on the American scene.

And I remember working the midway with an ice cream truck. I remember getting sawdust from Lancaster's Mill with a "Guess-Your-Weight" man. "How do you think you'll do here?" I asked him, as we were loading the sawdust.

"I don't know. I just don't know," he protested.

He was obviously upset about Columbia.

"Why?" I asked.

"Bob's put me up at the front of the lot," he said. Bob was Bob Boling, owner then and now of the carnival which plays Columbia. "I've never been at the head of the lot. I've always been halfway down the midway. I just don't know," he said, and I learned something about superstitions of the show people.

The old fair was the Free Act

There were high wire performers. Escape artists. Thrill masters of all kinds.

The story liked best is about the time the Adair County fairman sent to check out the free act at the state convention of county fairs came back with a good report. "I've got just the free act for this year!" he exclaimed. "There's a fellow up there who's got a trained zeal. It can do anything, even balance a ball on its head and play a horn. Heck," he said, "I doubt if anybody in Adair County has ever seen a zeal."

And I remember the former editor of the Adair County News. Every year at fair time, he'd run the same lead story. It was about the fair coming to town. People commented on that. But they didn't grow tired of it.

The fair is memories.

Of people you saw on the midways. Of money lost on the golddiggers. Of Sam Burdette and the sulky races. Of G.V. Yarberry's elation at owning the winning horse in the Adair County Derby. Of the Bardstown Old Star Band. Of Louella Lambert at the organ. Of Grover Gilpin as the ringmaster.

They say, though, that county fairs are becoming relics of the past. That television and movies and big sports events and things as un-Bible as discos and rock concerts are the big draws today. That the fairs aren't even a part of the 20th century, much less the 21st.

But this isn't the 20th century.

This is A-dare County!

And as long as it is, there will be an A-dare County Fair.

And People.

Making memories.


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