America on Parade

by Kate

On Monday morning, the fair skinned Irish part of our family donned hats, and we all headed down the hill and around the corner for the annual Lawrenceville Memorial Day Parade.

Though it could be argued that we look fairly hip and urban here, let me assure you that this parade was endearingly small town and about as Americana as you can get. We attempted to dress appropriately, right down to Olympia’s stylish patriotic red white and blue boots.

There was a general sense of timelessness. Horses provided classic excitement.

This motorbike and cannon conjured up my lazy hazy knowledge the Lawrenceville was crucial in making cannons during the civil war, and then in sending many many young men off to WWI. I promise to learn the history by next year and share it with you.

I do know that Lawrenceville is famous for two things- the fact that the famous composer Stephan Foster was born here, and the Doughboy Statue. This statue was commissioned with funds originally raised to help out the many locals overseas fighting WWI, but the war ended before the funds could be sent out to help them. Here are Stephen and the Doughboy themselves.

They were followed by a group that completely delighted me- the Pittsburgh Letter Carriers’s Marching Band. I loved everything about them.

I fervently hope that this tradition continues. There was something really wonderful about seeing mailmen marching along playing musical instruments.

In contrast to the discipline of the Letter Carriers, there was a large group of men ambling along and stopping in a random manner to fire off blanks now and then. This was more painful and less endearing, but not entirely out of charactor for the Lawrenceville neighborhood. On the bright side, they really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The Civil War re-enacters were far more disciplined. Of course.

There was an army of bagpipers, also very disciplined.

They were very dignified and impressive.

There were vintage fast cars, going slow.

A truck that I coveted.

There were Masons on parade.

And of course, an American parade wouldn’t be complete without a pretty girl waving  from a red convertible.

It was a great celebration of American history and community- even if I didn’t manage to catch any candy.

1 thought on “America on Parade

  1. Jenna

    Love it! It reminds me of the parades we used to go to in Newark, Delaware. There’s something very endearing about small town America, there’s no denying it.


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