Car Show in Constableville

On Father’s Day we went with my father to the Antique Car Show and Craft Fair in Constableville, NY.

We met in Rome, and my sister Cheryl drove her van up Rt 26 to Constableville, which is a far enough drive not to be considered in the Mohawk Valley yet close enough (obviously) to be within reach. Our party included me, Steven, my Dad, Cheryl and Cheryl’s daughter Kimberly. My Mom stayed home.

Dad paid our $3 admission fee, although I told him that since it was Father’s Day we should be paying for him.

“We have this argument every year,” Cheryl told me. “He always wins.”

The cars ranged from Model T’s to more recent models. Late ’40s through early ’70s are my favorite years. I love the lines, especially of a ’70s convertible. Dad says that is when cars had style, and I agree. Dad is very knowledgeable about cars. He can say which were authentic colors, and he can name a specific year without looking at the card on the dashboard.

A couple of cars had a sign that said, “Don’t judge,” and I wondered if those cars had done something wrong. Cheryl told me it was because the cars were to be adjudicated, but I continued to make jokes. “That car has had a tough life. He did what he had to do. Society is to blame.” I’m that way.

Closer to Constable Hall the craft fair was set up. There was wood working, jewelry, clothing and more. We also walked through the garden, comparing it to our own and our mother’s efforts (better than mine, not as good as Mom’s). Food was available, and we enjoyed hamburgers (me and Cheryl), pulled pork (Kimberly), hot dogs (Dad) and nachos (Steven). Constable Hall was also open. Steven and I walked through while the other strolled through the cars again. That will provide material for my next blog post.

Constableville hosts the car show every Father’s Day, and my Dad almost always goes. That is as good an endorsement as a car show needs. You’ll have to wait a year, but that’s another thing you can do close to the Mohawk Valley.