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A fair, kids, and candyfloss. The three have gone together for generations. Here 12- year-old Amanda Farke of Palmer Avenue, If the hardy gurdy got you feeling dizzy, it was good to remember the lambs were nearby. Peace Richmond Hill provides a good example of the phrase ‘eat your heart out!’ New Queen Marilyn Payne receiving the ribbon from last year’s winner Janet Hofmann. Young, beautiful Fantastic fair! “Mom,_ tgy to get me number 19," yelled a young horsewoman as ‘she fussed with the braided mane of her golden mare. Early Sunday morning was an especially good time to enjoy the 128th edition of the Richmond Hill Spring Fair. Parking spots were plentiful. the gates were open but the ticket booths were unmanned, the general exhibits had all been judged and there were no crowds around the displays. Irene Boyle of Richmond Hill was awarded the silver tray for the most points in the 27 domestic science classes despite strong competition from Don Head School‘s baking students. “I won a first with number 19 the first time I rode," she explained. Finally, hair netted neatly under dark velvet caps, trim tailored jackets and long black boots in place, they were ready to ride. There was plenty of time to note that Grade 5 students from Ross Doan public school took all four prizes in the special school competition â€" the Silver Anniversary project depicting in pic- ture and story, the life and times of Queen Elizabeth. 11 year-old Darin Grodzinski’s first- prize winner featured a collage of pictures of the Queen and a well- researched, concise history of the monarch‘s reign. They all wore tight-fitting tan breeches and they all wanted to win. The weather was perfect, and drew 10,000 visitors, up 4,000 from last year. The pony show was just starting. Grays, chestnuts, palominos and piebalds were rustled through the straw, down the tailgate-ramps of horse trailers and quickly checked by young riders sporting windblown hair and comfortably sloppy shirts. Proving, perhaps, that even the best formal training can‘t beat mom’s traditional “a pinch of this and a dash of that". Leilly Little, 9, of Steeles Avenue. Markham shows off his Jersey calf Meadow Lawn Faith Edie By Marilyn McDonald This is Meadow Lawn “It‘s what's called a ‘recognized‘ show,” said one proud father, “and quite a nerve-wracking experience for a 12-year-old.“ He was anxiously eyeing the ring for number 101. The Richmond Hill horse Show is a candy floss. the roar of rock music and prestigious event, the squeals of kids having fun. “The following are excused,” commanded the judge’s assistant, “Number 101, number. . The riders are well-bred, too. There are no tears, just a short silence and a smart trot off the field. As the day wears on the fair moves into high gear. u: “.6 (Turn to Page (‘6 for results of Spring The midway has come alive with Fair competition) @132 Metal camnnmity news PHOTOS BY BRUCE HOGG AND TOM GALE Wednesday, May 18, 1977 The Richmond Hill Lions Majorettes are bravely competing for attention’ against the jarring grind of the midway« generator. Nobody is watching the generator. At least one spectator learns that a guinea pig is properly called a cavy. In the arena, Angoras. Lops. Silver Grays and Standard Chinchillas (bunnies to you) are being judged. Elsewhere sheep are being sheared and the piglets in the pens on Old MacDonald’s Farm are, as usual, asleep. Section C