I Love A Parade!

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.


11 thoughts on “I Love A Parade!

  1. Reminds me of when we lived in a small town in eastern Washington State where they had an annual parade for “Palouse Days.” (That was the name of our town of 1,000 people: Palouse.) Anyway, the year that the Shriners came with their little cars was a big hit. I guess they figured out it wasn’t that big a parade because they never came back. We hoped every year to see them.

    The duck race (as in rubber duckies that have a number on their bottom) was often the highlight of the day for us. Watching the duckies float down the Palouse rive and hoping ours would make it over the finish line first so we could win that 1/4 of a side of buffalo or whatever the heck it was they were giving away to the winner. We never went to the demolition derby, though we could hear it form our little house on the hill…

    Ah, a parade…

  2. I would love to see some of those kinds of things around here. There’s a small parade in Lake City, which is a very unglamorous part of Seattle, that is a huge hit. The local schools all come and gymnastics teams, the SeaFair Pirates, etc. The reason I love this parade is because it’s very small town, not super glitzy, and the streets are packed with all sorts of people.
    One year my daughter was doing hula, and her group walked and did tricks with poi balls.
    That year, a really funny guy was yelling back at the parade people with a megaphone. Not harassing them, but commenting and cheering them on and a few wise-cracks. It was cracking everyone up, even the people in the parade.
    We sat on the street with other people with families and ate food picnic style. I love that the people all just take over the streets.
    When we lived in Mississippi, I was hired to videotape a bunch of football games, mostly homecomings. I was thrilled watching the dance teams and the bands, so funky and talented. We have a small version of those dancers in this parade. Those kids are filled with talent and bravado. It’s so fun!

  3. Yeah, it was the Shriners with the funny cars and the fez hats. Our festival had a diaper derby, or baby crawling race. Funniest thing.

    Francis, that guy with the megaphone story is hilarious.

    We have a festival here in the city I live now, but it doesn’t have the same flavor. Just to buy something, for instance, you have to stand in line and put money on this special debit card. If you don’t spend it all, you wait in line again to cash out. Things don’t have to be so damned complicated.

  4. Hey- I would love if you could sell copies of these photos, like hi-res ones. Can you set something up online? I would love to print these and hang them in my house.

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  7. Damn, that’s amazing. That festival is so similar, they even have a yam decorating contest. We had a yamminal contest for kids where they had to decorate a yam to look like an animal. Lots of seals. LOL.

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