Parade Day.

Waiting for the parade to start. I got there a little late. Good thing my friend and her family saved a spot for me. I still like the small town feeling. When the parade started they did the
National Anthem and everybody stood up, all the men and boys took off their hats and we all paid our respect. One thing that was really different this year at the parade then last year is that I knew people! I chatted with some people. When you work in the library in a small town people get to know you.

This picture is for my Dad. He likes old enginesThis one was just a chugging along and pumping water.
I could show you about 20 pictures of old tractors

but I wont make you suffer. There were some nice looking ones I have to admit.

Who knew that we could have the need for a traffic cop in this small town? But then this parade does draw people.

There was the big chicken dinner going on. I didn't go to it as I was not feeling that well and it was a very hot and humid day. When I got home I took a 3 hour nap!

P.S. SOS just caught a frog ( In the house ) and ate it! Yuck. I know, you're wondering how a frog was in the house? Well, I had the back door open this eve at it's really warm out still and he hopped hopped to his death. A minute of silence while we morn for the little frog.

A Parade

I like this living in middle America. The rural lifestyle shapes people. When I lived in Anchorage

the city would do some big things for Memorial day. I never went to them. They were big productions and I always felt that there was an agenda behind it. Like the free hot dogs and stuff at the downtown park where the Mayor is there to meet and great and also other politicians.

Here in small town America I felt that the whole reason for the parade was truly in honour of the Veterans. The parade started at the high school and ended at the local cemetery. At the cemetery there was a speech about the sacrifice that our military service has done for us and then it ended in a public prayer.

I will be honest and say that I got a little teary. It also caused me to ponder how and why we have allowed such a solemn occasion to turn into a day of commercialism? When I got home I saw commercials about Memorial day sales. How did their sacrifice for our freedom turn into a day that mattress's and cars and stuff are on sale?