I Love a Parade!

16 Jun

I love parades.  No, really.  I LOVE them.  Ever since the Disney trip of ’84 when I sat starstruck at the singers and dancers in Donald’s 50th Birthday Parade, I’ve been obsessed.  One of my dreams is to dance in a Disney parade, or better yet, the Macy’s.  Oh my heavenly stars!! 

Well, this weekend my Sweet Pea got to be in her first parade.  It wasn’t quite Disney; heck, it wasn’t even close to the Baylor Homecoming Parade, but it was a parade nonetheless.  And this mama was Puh-Roud!!

There’s a small town just outside of San Antonio called Boerne (that’s pronounced Bur-ney, btw) and it’s very quaint and German and wonderful.  They have a Village Band that wear lederhosen.  (Old men in lederhosen?  That’s good times.)  They also have Berges Fest – an annual celebration of something or other that equals three days of small-town goodness.  Funnel Cake, Sausage on a Stick, a dunking booth in the town square, dachsund races…does it get any better than that?  And on Saturday morning – you guessed it – a parade.  Here’s a little glimpse of the awesomeness that is the Berges Fest Parade:

Shriners, of course.

Civil War Reenacters…and since this is Texas you know they stopped and shot their guns about every 100 yards.

All kinds of Texas pageantry…I counted at least 30 queens/princesses/duchesses/little miss(es) in this parade.  But this peach gown with a feathered bodice won my prize.  That’s Miss Helotes, y’all. 

And then there was this FANTASTIC float.  Who’s that little one in the blue leotard?  Why, that’s Sweet Pea of course!  She cartwheeled and round-offed her way down Main Street representing Circus Camp at our gym.  This was great for a whole lot of reasons, and you know I’m gonna lay it out.  First, this gym has very high-level gymnasts that they could have used.  Certainly those girls can do more than cartwheel.  But for whatever reason, the director wanted these kids to do it.  I love that.  Second, Sweet Pea has really only just gotten to the place where she could do something like this.  I mean, it takes a lot of self control to stay on task for that long and not get sidetracked by all the candy being thrown.  Or to just decide that she was tired and hot and wasn’t going to do any more cartwheels.  But she did it!!  And we weren’t even with her.  We watched from the sidewalk, like regular parents.  It was surreal. 

She was hot (it was probably 95 degrees) and so tired she laid down in the car on the way home, but I could tell that she felt a great sense of accomplishment.  And so did we. 

Forget Macy’s.  Forget Disney.  This parade was the best I’ve ever seen.

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6 Responses to “I Love a Parade!”

  1. Julie June 16, 2008 at 10:51 am #

    Yeah, Abigail! Way to go! She has come SO far!
    Soak it up, Mom!

  2. that girl June 16, 2008 at 10:53 am #

    There’s nothing better than a small town parade..packed w/ excitement and character and culture.

  3. Sarah June 16, 2008 at 12:51 pm #

    How awesome!!! Being in a parade IS something to be proud of!! Hooray!!

  4. Jenny June 16, 2008 at 1:14 pm #

    That’s wonderful – what a fun memory! BTW, you mentioned the Baylor homecoming parade, so I’m guessing you must be a Bear? Small world, I am, too!

  5. janemumey June 16, 2008 at 4:40 pm #

    How fun…You know this is the first time in years we have missed BergesFest Weekend. My cousin is President Emeritus…..
    Rick usually has to work the beer booth, and the kids want to see the lawnmower races! That is true Americana that many never experience anymore. We also love the Christmas on Main during the holidays. Maybe we can meet you on the street for that. Tell Abigail that Kate is sooooo proud of her.

  6. The Introvert June 17, 2008 at 1:09 am #

    Germans throw a great party, don’t they? That’s why I love Wurstfest (New Braunfels).

    I had the honor of being in the annual Christmas Parade when I was in high school. Our drill team danced the entire two mile parade route every year. It was still 80 degrees in December, so our red and green poms always dyed our sweaty hands red and green. Good times.

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