I saved two of my favorite photos of the parade for last. I don’t know why there wasn’t a photo of the Yambilee King and Queen, but they were usually on the last float.
I like this one because it tells a little story of how the Cajuns got to Louisiana. Also, the people on the float are dressed in traditional Acadian costumes.
Can you guess which one of these gowns is my favorite in the below photo? Extra candy if you guess the right one.
Can you also guess why the horsemen/women come at the very end?
Here is a shot of some of the floats lined up before the parade.
I hope you enjoyed the show and caught lots of candy. If you missed the other four parts, you can find them at these links:
I Love A Parade
Then Come the Floats
Are You Ready for Some More Parade?
I’d like to thank my mom for allowing me to show these photos. Okay, I didn’t ask, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.
I have used all but two of the photos she had and am wondering how many there would be if my parents had had digital cameras back then…
Okay, let’s go. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you have missed this, this, and that.
Again, since so much of our culture is music related, we have lots of floats with musical themes.
Even the elderly musicians get to ride and perform on a float. The sign the Boy Scout is holding reads “Acadian Music.” You always hear that at any festival you go to in Louisiana. You can’t see the accordian in the above band, but I promise you, it’s there. So is the fiddle. And maybe a washboard.
I like the way you can see the other floats that are coming if you looked down the road in this photo. I also like the pretty gowns these visiting queens are wearing. And the tiaras.
But this one… The ballerina outfit with the cape so fits into my dreamworld.
Tomorrow will be the grand finale as I am running out of photos.
So let’s have one. Cajun style. Vintage.
During the 60s and 70s my parents took a lot of photos of the Yambilee parade in South Louisiana. (Our city was the yam capital of the world.) Festivals are a big deal in these parts, at least they used to be.
For the next week or two I’ll put some up on the blog. Parades are like stories. They have a theme, they build and climax, they have props, costumes, pretty girls and talent.
They usually start out slow, you can hear the sirens and funny cars coming.
That’s probably to make sure the spectators are out of the street so they don’t get run over by the tractors and floats.
And then the Scouts,
Followed by the local high school bands.
Okay, that is all I have for today. I’m actually scanning and restoring them as we go. Make sure you come back tomorrow. There’s some really cool stuff in the pipeline and I throw candy.
A fellow work shopper, Rane Walin (AKA Zee) needs your vote right now. She’s got a script, “Ace in the Hole” which won a first act reading at Wildsound Feedback Film Festivals.
You can watch the reading (by real actors) and vote here. If she wins, she gets a full script reading.