Where there’s a small town, there’s usually a small town parade. It’s where Main Streets come alive and American pride is often worn on the sleeves of it’s residents. I love seeing it.
Fire engines, police cars, souped up corvettes, tractors and antique cars share the parade route with babies in strollers, kids on bicycles, horses and pets galore. These small town parades elicit nostalgic feelings in many who attend. And for me, well, it makes me want to eat watermelon, spitting the seeds on the ground and filling galvanized buckets full of sunflowers and sweet peas to line the deck. Don’t ask me why, it just feels the right thing to do.
Today the parade route was right outside our tasting room in Carlton, Oregon. It was Carlton Fun Days, an annual event that happens right here in the heart of wine country, in our adorable, little, historic town.
Even though it was raining, that didn’t stop my boy from enjoying a snow cone made by my awesome friends (Lynnette & Amy) of Republic of Jam. When you live in Oregon, you don’t wait for the rain to stop. You just deal with it. The parade goes on! We don’t use umbrellas here, in fact, if you have an umbrella, we know your an out-of-townie. Not that, that matters.
And what would a parade route be without the tiny dogs who come out to view it? These little pups all stole my heart today. Look at them, I wanted to squeeze them all and take them home. They all need their own float as far as I’m concerned.
Here is that nostalgia I’m talking about, it doesn’t get any more American than this.
Of course the local vet was in the parade. In farm country our vet’s are small and large animal vetrinarian’s. The kids along the route loved seeing the kids dressed up in the familiar dog cones, very clever. They threw good candy too.
Tractors are also a familiar site in an agricultural communities parade, it really drives home where we live and how we take care of our land.
The parade is full of old cars and a quick float for a towing company is a smashed up car they picked up…my boys loved that. Ironically, an antique tow truck had to be pushed down the parade route as it’s engine died. That didn’t stop them from throwing candy though!
The pumpkin launcher showed up…and the crowds loved it.
I’m glad my boys get to experience this small town, country life…because one day they will go off to the big city…and they will remember the simplicity and beauty of this small town life.
And here was one of the highlights of my day…the amazing Spabettie stopped by the tasting room today! We have been following each other’s blogs for years and they are wine club members too. I love them. And we had never met until today!
I can’t tell you how humbled I continue to be by the fact that so many of you take the time to come by the tasting room when you are in my neck of the woods. It means so much and it’s always so fun to meet. It’s like we’ve known each other for years. I love that! And if you come by, we love to take pictures in front of the pig shrine…it’s the right thing to do.
Blogging has truly provided a unique opportunity meeting for people from all over the world. Thank you all for your continued friendship, what a fun ride we are all on.
Do you have a parade in your small town? I’d love to hear about it.