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While I love seeing the animals at a fair, my husband prefers the old and rusty things in the village of yesteryear.

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Some interest him from an engineering stand point, some remind him of his childhood on the farm.

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Yes, he spread his share of manure when he was a boy.

Good times.

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There’s a wonderful museum at the Fryeburg Fair filled with antiques. The old wall phone I want to put in the man cave, the one that I’ve been endlessly searching for was right there in the middle… in perfect shape and mocking me with its unavailability.

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Husband got a kick out of these old washing machines.

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This one was called Easy and never has a product been more egregiously misnamed.

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The husband, pointing out all the rusty crap he has at home.

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I can’t imagine dragging this behemoth around every time I wanted to take a picture.

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And because no post about old tools is complete without a game of Name That Crap..

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What is it?

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