If you’ve never experienced an all-American, small town parade, you’ve missed out on a beautiful part of Americana. My mom grew up in the little town of Fremont, tucked up into the northeast corner of Indiana. Every summer, we make the trip up for the town’s Music Fest, which includes a parade, and, seriously: who doesn’t love a parade? This year my grandparents, who have poured themselves into this community for decades, were chosen to be the grand marshals! Here they are, waiting for the parade to start:
Here, the parade begins with the veterans of the American Legion leading the way with the colors. Parade attendees always stand and cheer.
You can’t have a parade without a sweet motorcycle gang.
Here come Nana and Papa, followed by the high school band!
An all-American parade should always include the Daughters of the Revolution.
The DAR handed out flags, which delighted my sister.
Some things in a small town parade make no sense, but they’re awesome anyway:
This was the little guy’s first parade! Between all the candy thrown from marchers and his flag and all the noise, he had quite a great time.
Small towns and farming communities are made up of a very different breed of people compared to cities. For example, a local preacher is also an Iron Man competitor:
I have no clue what to caption this next picture, although I think he was looking for a parade in small town West Virginia.
Small town parades have to include tractors!
Small town parades do not end uncertainly; they include some creative finale: