I am burned to a crisp and unaccountably came home with a t-shirt dress with a wolf on it. Really, it doesn’t get any better than this. Not if you want to understand us as we really are when we’re at home. Not if you want to remember the summers of your childhood.
Over in Central Lake people staked out every inch of Main Street and waited for the Fourth of July parade to begin. I was in the staging area in front of the Blue Pelican, where every vehicle in the Fire Department was polished to a fare-thee-well, decked out in flags, and parked in a shiny row.
That tiny cabin at the end of the long red line? It’s a real log cabin, moved from the Cary homestead into town and reassembled to serve as a museum. I am fond of Cary’s Cabin.
The veterans were getting organized, banners fluttering.
The Grand Marshall and Citizen of the Year were ready.
Sheriff Dan Bean was all buffed and pressed and full of good humor. With a whoop-whoop of his department’s sirens, the parade began.
First came the veterans and the Color Guard, as is proper. Everyone scrambled out of their lawn chairs and stood up, and then everyone began to applaud. Not that polite tap-tap that we do when we feel we should show some respect, and not the woo-hoo thundering that we do in a sports arena, but a sustained clapping that went on and on in waves, like the grain moving in the field, or the Big Lake washing the shore, or the wind flowing through the pines. Like our flag billowing from its standard.
Then, in our glorious goofiness and astonishing variety, we paraded. We tossed candy and carnival beads and balloons and beachballs from the floats.
If we were little kids, we caught those things, or chased them all over the street.
There were an astonishing number of beautiful children in Central Lake today.
The family farm may have gone the way of the passenger pigeon in other places, but in Antrim County, Michigan, a lot of us farm the land our great-grandparents farmed. Growing food is still an important part of who we are. We buffed up our tractors and proceeded in stately fashion down Main Street.
We love our cars, too, especially the seriously cool ones.
Homegrown churches are an important feature of life in Antrim County. There were floats from the 126 year old First Congregational Church, the 111 year old Snowflake Spiritualist Camp (about which much more in another post soon), and the Bible Baptist Church, whose age I do not know. Central Lake Church Ladies of whatever denomination are a determined and forceful lot.
Whatever the church ladies don’t get done, the service organizations do: Rotary, the Lions, the VFW, the Shriners.
We watched them all, waved at the neighbors, caught beachballs, wiped sweat out of our eyes. Then it was time to go home and fire up the grill.
The parade was over. It was going to take a long time to extract my car, so I went to see how things were going at the Treasure Chest (very well indeed, and more about that in another post) and at Bachmann’s, where it turns out that not only do they have anything you really need, but they have things you probably don’t strictly speaking need but are inclined to buy anyway. Thus the wolf dress. I wonder if it will clash with the cat bag?
I’m going to go put sunburn cream on myself and go to bed with a dumb book.
I took many more pictures, and sometime tomorrow I will put them on slideshows and give you links below so that if you are from Around Here you can look for ones of you, or your cute little kid, or your neighbor, or your bright orange Kuboda. If I had a cellphone that was worth a hoot I’d have posted the sounds of the parade. Ah well. Next year.
Carsten
July 5, 2010
Thanks for taking us to a parade.
It seems as everybody is there?
Judging from your fine images, the weather was perfect for a fun day.
Gerry
July 5, 2010
The weather was perfect for getting a sunburn and heatstroke but we survived. The little camera had to deal with the midday sun–and with getting squirted with water by a couple of the floats. It too survived.
P.j. grath
July 5, 2010
Gerry, thanks for inviting all the rest of us to the wonderful parade over in your neck of the woods and lakes and fields. It really is a great small town scene. In fact, the other morning as a short, informal “parade” went by my shop–tractors, cherry shakers, trucks carrying lugs–I thought how cool it would be to have a Farm Parade late in the season. What do you think?
Gerry
July 5, 2010
I think you are onto something, Pamela. There could be horses. I am going to talk to some people about this. Not right now, as right now their eyes have that glazed look of people who have been working nonstop for over twenty-four hours and are about to do it again.
Gerry
July 5, 2010
Oh dear. I just read the stories about the horses who bolted during a Fourth of July parade. My heart goes out to all the people of Bellevue, Iowa. How terrible. I wouldn’t have put that bit in about the horses if I’d read the stories first. But I decided to leave it in because life is full of uncertainty, and horses are no more unpredictable than cars or tractors, which have also been known to plow into crowds. So often we go haring off in response to a tragedy that is highly unlikely to happen again–while we ignore other tragedies that are almost certain to happen again, and again . . . We are an astonishing species.
Karma
July 5, 2010
Love your pictures of “small town fun!” Two questions for you: Are you going to model the wolf t-shirt dress and what is a Kuboda?
Gerry
July 5, 2010
I can see I should have included this photo, although it is a little busy:
The orange Kuboda is pulling a Lions cage, followed by a group of Red Hat Ladies.
As for the dress, we shall see. I haven’t decided whether it is something I should wear out of the house, other than for dog-walking in the early morning. Or perhaps to Stone Circle, where first of all no one cares what I wear and second it’s dark anyway. The problem is not the dress, you understand. It is the upper arms that emerge from its sleevelessness.
Cindy Lou
July 5, 2010
I always get a lump in my throat when the troops and the colors pass and the folks cheer them…..I AM proud to be an American!
Gerry
July 5, 2010
I know that lump! And the tears that go with it. I wish to put this exactly right–it is not so much pride that I feel as love, for the land itself, for the dailiness of our lives, for the freedoms embodied in the Bill of Rights. When we do it right, we do it very right indeed.
Wendi
July 5, 2010
Wow, they still can throw candy from the floats…good for Central Lake! I really want to see the wolf dress too Gerry!
Gerry
July 5, 2010
Yes indeed–AND beachballs and Mardi Gras beads. And some floats have those great big water pistols that shower the crowd with cold water, which was very refreshing on the HOT day, although I was unhappy when a church float that shall remain nameless baptized the little camera!
The wolf dress is destined to make an appearance at Stone Circle in the near future.
Fee
July 5, 2010
Looks like a fantastic day. Aloe vera is very good for sunburn (says the extremely pale-skinned Scot).
I want to see the wolf dress, too.
*pouts lip and sulks*
Gerry
July 5, 2010
I can see that Bachmann’s will have to lay in a fresh supply of wolf dresses.
I–the extremely pale-skinned descendant of Swedes and Scots and who knows what all else–appear to be allergic to aloe. Go figure. Mostly I succeed in staying out of the midday sun.
Anna
July 5, 2010
Love that red tractor! Looks like you have had sunshine! We had rain and rain. Missed the parade yesterday as well as the festivities due to downpour rain. Definitely, your photos represent the small town Fourth of July festivities! 🙂
Gerry
July 5, 2010
Good morning, Anna! We had our sunshine and yours, too. It was so hot that I left all the car windows rolled down last night. I woke before dawn to the sound of rain. So at dark-thirty in the morning I was down there with an umbrella, a flashlight and a towel, hoping that the car will dry out sometime before it mildews. Ah well.
flandrumhill
July 6, 2010
Small towns are best, especially at holiday time. Our town parade takes place the first weekend in August which is a civic holiday here. I’ve yet to see a tractor in ours which is a shame considering how many farms used to be in this area.
Gerry
July 6, 2010
Ah well. Tractors are somewhat inconvenient to keep around as mementoes. The ones that show up in Central Lake are pretty much working tractors.
It would be interesting to see what iconic images do show up in the Cow Bay parade!
flandrumhill
July 6, 2010
I don’t usually post community images on my site but did post some last year on the Eastern Passage community website.
Gerry
July 6, 2010
Ohboyohboy–I went and looked. Kilts, Cowboys, and Karaoke! The August festivities along the Eastern Passage have it all. I don’t see how you can go wrong.
Preston Surface
July 6, 2010
Looks like you had a great fourth. We read and did indoor things since it rained so much. However many fireworks went off every night for nearly a week. Moppet shivered and shivered each night. His body would spasm in fear of the loud cracking. I held him tight and made sure he was safe. I wish they would not allow fireworks until and only the fourth.
Gerry
July 7, 2010
I may have mentioned that Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I are not fond of loud noises either. Fortunately, this year was fairly quiet. We do have laws about such things, and it is completely illegal to shoot off many of the kinds of fireworks that people persist in shooting off. It is also completely impractical for small rural police forces to do much about it. Alas, the “they” who should not allow the racket turn out to be, as they so often are, “We the People.” Or, as Pogo used to say, “We have met the Enemy and he is Us.”