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(Continued from previous page) *** When we were allowed inside on the bleachers, there were people in the top of that tent moving from rope to rope. They looked like spiders in a web. I never knew how they raised those inside poles. They may have been attached to the heavy canvas of the tent in some way. I wondered how they knew where the lighting wires and the trapeze ropes were supposed to be. That was just the beginning of the day. My daddy sure knew how to get his money's worth. I could never thank him enough for the memories. |