Town Parade

Thousands of American small towns are parading about this Independence Day.  It's another reason to get the community together and have a good time.

We got together.  We had a good time.

Waiting since 8 am for the 11 o'clock parade.

Well, not so much for the parade,

but the candy that will be tossed to him from the paraders.

But then the parade started and it freaked him out.

The firetrucks led the way,

blaring their horns

and Reuben clung to my legs in fright.

Here's Peter parading with the local 4-H club.

He's right above the 4-H poster.

(Ok, let's take a tangent and chat about 4-H... 

It's been a long time since I have felt so clueless about something.  4-H is big out here in the country and everybody just knows how it works because they've always just done it.  

Enter Me, who knows naught about the four H's or what they stand for.

The 4-H Fair?  The fair is all about 4-H projects, not carnival games, elephant ears, and rickety rides?

Mini 4-H, ten-year 4-H, Cloverbuds?  What?

I'm trying my hardest to fit in here.  Become one with the small town culture.

So I press on, and try to word my questions to the 4-H leader so as not to cause her confusion.  

If all goes at all well, Peter will have two exhibits at the 4-H fair in the Mini 4-H level, I do believe.  One of a model made from Legos, and another project having something to do with reading.  I still am unclear.  But I'll probably post some pics of them on display.  Which reminds me that I think Reuben is a Cloverbud 4-Her and is supposed to have some kind of project to display at the fair.  In a week and a half.)

Once the fire engines turned the corner it became much quieter and Reuben was able to regain his focus...

Gathering candy off the street and sidewalk before the ants attacked it.

Thank you soldiers of yesteryear, for fighting for our independence from England.

I just wish tea and crumpets had saturated into our culture.

And that fun British accent.