While I can say that I don't remember him saying anything derogatory about the parade, I'm quite sure he was thinking them. But on that first night of being back in my home town watching that parade, floods of childhood memories emerged. My father would always park his truck right in front of our church--directly on the main route. All the kids from church would pile in the back and wait anxiously for the parade to begin. We would watch the horses, fire trucks and the Shriners and then cheer with such excitement as Santa made his yearly debut on the top of the biggest fire truck. It was such a wonderful time as a child.
Well, for the past 3 years we have crawled into the back of his pick-up truck (thanks for Mr. Hyatt for a great substitution this year) and I have watched my own children anticpate those thrown-together floats, the loud fire engines and the obligatory Santa appearance. Even Erik, my city boy, has grown to appreciate the Covington Parade for what it is.
It might not be much, but it's ours. So, until next year.......
Lucy holding her ears. Those sirens were so loud!
2 comments:
Hi. Sorry to intrude on your blog as a total stranger, but I saw your comment on "Bring the Rain" for Angie and I wanted to answer your question about the strike out. (I myself wondered for the longest time how to do that!)
You have to go to the "Edit HTML" tab when composing your post. Then directly before the word you want crossed out type < s > and directly after the word type < s/ >
You have to leave all the spaces out, but I just left them in so you could see how to do it. (Otherwise all you would have seen is a bunch of crossed out words.) ha ha. :)
I hope it works for you.
Thanks for sharing the truck with us. I don't think my arms would have held out for the whole thing!
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