Parading in Style

I’m not sure how the date was selected. But every year, the third weekend in July, my hometown celebrates. Baseball games. Fire department displays of strength. A dance.

And every 25 years they do it up big and special with a parade.

I remember the one when I was a child and it was part of the town’s centennial. We had lots of preliminary events for that. Men grew beards (my dad purchased a “shaving permit” button). Women bought fabric and patterns and sewed costumes of 1850’s design. I remember a fashion show, a carnival, fireworks. And of course — a parade.

Fast forward half a century. A few of the same people are in the parade. Riding this time instead of walking.

Every parade needs a look into the past.

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