The 4th Of July Parade
Firetrucks. Clowns and Jugglers. Face Painting. Decorated Bicycles. Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts.
The Little League Baseball Team. The Morris Dancers. Cotton Candy.
Mr Ryan on rollerblades, costumed as a pilot AND a World War One fighter plane with a real propeller. Live animals.
Dancers on stilts. A towering float with five bearded members of an ancient Brass Band. And the entire class from Milly's Day Care Center riding on a flatbed truck.
For a young child, there is nothing like a small town, 4th of July Parade.
posted by g at 11:36 AM
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Amazing ... it just feels really wholesome :) The only parade I've been to in recent years is the Gay Pride march in London which feels perhaps a bit different in content!
I've always been a little clown phobic myself, but firetrucks and live animals get my vote every time.
Did you have fireworks too?
Parades were always so fun for me to watch growing up. I was lucky enough to have the main parade route on the road I lived. Every founders day, I went out and sat on my front lawn and waited for the fun to start. Thanks for reminding me of that, great memories.
I'm Canadian, but this made me feel a pang. Very nice.
I was in America for the 4th of July one year - you certianly like to party :o)
I missed my hometown 4th of July parade this year. Thanks for capturing this one and sharing. I love your photos!
The feeling of pride that fills your chest. The warm breeze that sitrs the excitement of the festive day. The knowing that all are neighbors no matter where we are from and where are going. That awe that fills the child in all of us. The Parade in a small town. AH !
You've caught such a range of expressions. Nice work.
I really miss our small town 4th of July parades since we moved here to "the city". I often wondered what would happen if a big fire broke out somewhere in the district.
thank you so much for your comment on my blog. your words meant a lot to me. i appreciated your response and connection.
This small town does have fireworks, Stray, but one year the wind blew the ashes back into the crowd, and i got the most horrible cinders in my eyes, and since that time, my enthusiasm for small town fireworks has diminished.
Karen, what a treat, to have the parade march right past your door, just for you!
Mrs, D, Canadians can celebrate the 4th of July, if they want to. I think it's somewhere in the Constitution.
I'm not sure it's a party, Jona. The 4th ~should be~ a celebration of the spirit of freedom, and it's probably closer to being a celebration of lawn chair furniture.
Now the World Cup, that's a party!
Thanks, Joelle, for the comments on the photos.
It's good to see you back, Dave. As we get older, we see that child much more often, don't we, within and without.
Thanks Mary, for noticing and pointing out that range of expressions.
Abby, from what i know of these firepeople, they would find it quite moving. Some of the machines are antiques, and would not be involved in a firecall, but certainy the people would be. And since they cover for each other, regularly, around the district, they know each other very well, and there is a comeraderie. If the sirens should sound, they would all go off, in a mighty, patriotic flurry, to fight the fire.
Kerry, thanks for stopping in.
I don't know why but the thing I notice the most in these photos is the lady you caught in the salmon/orangish colored pants and hat. Wow, she steals the show, forget the parade!!!!
I especially like the first image ... it captures the essence of the parade experience. As it was in days gone by. Amazing that it still survives.
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