{"id":35472,"date":"2026-08-16T16:12:44","date_gmt":"2026-08-16T21:12:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=35472"},"modified":"2026-08-16T16:12:44","modified_gmt":"2026-08-16T21:12:44","slug":"summers-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=35472","title":{"rendered":"Summer&#8217;s End"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Summer isn&#8217;t <i>really<\/i> over, but last night was the final day of the Dallastown carnival.  The kids start school next week.<\/p>\n<p>I walked up to Dallastown a few nights ago.  I needed the exercise; I&#8217;ve been lax, I thought my legs would hate me, but they didn&#8217;t.  I saw deer on Oak Road as I went.<\/p>\n<p>The carnival was every bit as unimpressive as its been in years past.  I&#8217;m not being cynical about it.  It&#8217;s just not my thing.  I&#8217;m not going to ride the rides.  There are some booths, and none ever catch my interest.  (The York County Republican Party didn&#8217;t even have a booth this year.)  There are food trucks, which I never want to navigate.  There&#8217;s a band, which I never listen to.<\/p>\n<p>There was a new ride, a ring-like roller coaster.<\/p>\n<p>The carnival made me strangely glum this year.<\/p>\n<p>Last year, for no reason I ever understood, my mom began asking me about &#8220;the town carnival&#8221; in early June.  Every phone call, she would ask me when the carnival was, if the carnival was the next week, if I was planning to go.<\/p>\n<p>Every conversation I would say, &#8220;No, it&#8217;s not until August.  It&#8217;s the week before the kids go back to school.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She was strangely fixated on the carnival.<\/p>\n<p>I went.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=34592\">I stayed for less than ten minutes<\/a>.  I don&#8217;t know that I ever talked with her about it after.  There wasn&#8217;t anything to say.  It was every bit as underwhelming as it had always been.<\/p>\n<p>I think &#8212; and don&#8217;t quote me on this &#8212; that she was thinking back to her own Maryland childhood in the 1950s.  Town fairs were a big deal.  When I went to the Mid-Maryland Celtic Festival, she knew the fairground in Mt. Airy where it was held, because she had gone to fairs there.  Town fairs were something she grew up with.<\/p>\n<p>They weren&#8217;t something I grew up with.  There was the County Fair when I was in elementary school, and we would go and not really do anything that I can recall.  There was livestock, which didn&#8217;t interest me greatly; we weren&#8217;t farmers.<\/p>\n<p>Our experiences were different. A town fair had a nostalgic pull for her.  A town fair has none for me.<\/p>\n<p>This year, she couldn&#8217;t ask me when the fair was.  She couldn&#8217;t ask me if I were going.  She couldn&#8217;t ask what I saw there.<\/p>\n<p>As historically unimpressive the Dallastown Carnival has been for me, as cynical as I could be about it, I wish she could have asked me about it.<\/p>\n<p>Grief is weird and unexpected.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer isn&#8217;t really over, but last night was the final day of the Dallastown carnival. The kids start school next week. I walked up to Dallastown a few nights ago. I needed the exercise; I&#8217;ve been lax, I thought my legs would hate me, but they didn&#8217;t. 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