You can find all sorts of old, rusty tractor parts for sale at Old Threshers' Reunion. Cliff and I used to be on the lookout for certain things, a hood or a steering wheel or such, back when we were much more interested in restoring old tractors than we are now. Since we're no longer in the market for things along these lines, it isn't as much fun to browse the "junk".
I like to get away from Cliff and take my time looking at the old dolls, dishes, post cards, coins, and such that venders are selling. I'll always see some item or other that takes me back to my childhood. "Mother had one just like that," I'll say to myself.
Then there are people making wooden signs to hang on your camper, and logs with your name carved into them for your yard, and rocks with your name engraved.
And the Old Threshers' T-Shirts and souvenirs.
And real Indians (I thought) selling wooden Indian flutes which a handsome brave was playing fluently; you could also buy a CD of his lovely music. Trouble is, when I bought a T-shirt from them, I realized what Cliff had told me was correct: They were Hispanics masquerading as Native Americans.