An excerpt from Mama’s book I Remember:
When we lived in Springfield, every year on the Saturday after Thanksgiving there was a Christmas parade. We lived just a block from the street it always went down, and Sandy always looked forward to it. The last couple of years we lived in Springfield, she and her friend Phoebe Ann carried step ladders (Sandra’s note: really our dads carried them) over to the parade route and sat up on them so they could watch the parade over people’s heads. It was always a great parade.
This picture brings several thoughts to mind.
~ I wonder if our ladders were annoying to other parade watchers. From the looks of the picture, either we got there really early, or most of the watchers were standing on the other side of the cars, in the street. I think I remember that that was typical. That was probably a sign of how much smaller parades were then. People could stand in the street, along both sides, and the parade could still get through. (I also remember that the street the parade was on was a main street and wider than most.) Anyway, I don’t have any memories of people being clustered around the bottom of the ladders.
~You’ll notice Mama was there to take a picture so I’m guessing when she wasn’t standing back to take a picture, she was standing right there between our ladders “in case we fell”. Like little her was going to catch us!
~I wonder if it bugged Phoebe Ann that my ladder was taller than hers. I think it would have probably bugged me, if the situation was reversed.
~We seldom wore pants. I can see my bare leg, so I’m sure we had dresses on under our coats. But it looks like I have my hands in my pockets so it must have been cold.
~And, finally, I wonder if the true reason we moved to Indiana was because Daddy was offered a new job or if he was really just looking for a way to “get out ‘a Dodge” because he was tired of “helping” me haul that ol’ step ladder over to the parade route!
I do remember looking forward to those long-ago parades, even before we started having “ringside seats”.
Another fond memory Mama’s book recalled for me.