Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Quiet Day

I am a parade afficiando. Parades are like icing on cake, the sweetest part of summer and holidays and childhood memories.

I take my children to parades, knowing they're secretly hoping for candy throwers.

We're near Ironton, the location of the longest, continuous Memorial Day Parade in the country. The tributes to soldiers was very touching. Some were families remembering those whom they had lost.

Of course every parade has Shriners, and I share these only to demonstrate how different the Hillbilly version is from other Shriners across the country. Yes, that is a very large pair of underwear.

But when the politicians came through, and other elected officials, you could have heard a pin drop. Gone was the spontaneous cheering and clapping. It was uncomfortable to watch them drive by, conspicuous of the lack of interest.

Of course the old cars came, as well as the churches (who handed out cold bottles of water with scripture about living water - a great tradition!), horses and bands.

(Sawyer borrowing the bushes.)
Did your Memorial Day feel any different to you this year than in early years?

4 comments:

shirlgirl said...

Glad you had a nice Memorial Day. I stayed home and did some sewing. Thought about those in my family I have lost and family my friends have lost. I didn't go to the cemetery. I don't like to go alone. I miss my parents and brother and my dear aunt. I miss Nana, too. She was so feisty. She left an imprint on all of us. I note that the Bachs were there with you. Fun for all.

LL said...

i need a little more parade love in my life. I'm not a fan of parades...i'm learning to love them. Especially now that my kids are older.
looks like you guys had a fun day!

Smilin' sunshine said...

I like the parades too! We went to the one in our town, no big underwear though. Afterwards they read the names of those that died in the wars. It really was a nice way to spend a morning.

Unknown said...

Memorial Day endeared itself more to me this year. Not because of relatives, but fallen heroes. I pledge to remember. And to make sure my kids remember.