I LOVE A PARADE

Living in the country was such a joy to me.  As a little girl I experienced so many wonderful things.  As a teenager I was safe and secure in knowing that I knew everyone in our small town.  As a woman I finally understood the true meaning of friendship.  I knew almost everyone in 3 counties.  As a little girl my Mama always took me to every parade that our little town had.  I loved a parade.  When I was a tiny little thing I always had the best seat in the house because some man from town would heist me up on his shouldres and let me see the world passing me by.  My Mama never had to worry about some pervert like we do today. When I became a teenager I would drive my Mama to the parade and I loved to watch her smile as it went passed.  Mama never really acted as  if  life was very good for her,  she was always too busy to enjoy life.  Mama was always raising fruits and vegatables,  canning them, or baking with them.  When she wasn't doing those kinds of jobs she was washing clothes, hanging them on the line,  and ironing everything.  She even starched her sheets.  They were so crisp and clean and I loved getting a fresh set of sheets.  But my Mama always took time out for a Parade.  When I got older I got really involved with my community and then I was riding in the parades.  MY MAMA WAS always PROUD to point me out to athe crowd.  I'd hear her say "  LOOK,  THAT'S MY LITTLE GIRL ". I worked with the Jaycees, because I knew all the women who were Jaycettes.  I helped with the LIONS CLUB,  and became a CHARTER Member of the LIONESS Club where I was Lion Tamer,  and later secretary.  I volunteered at the local firestation.  I then became a member of the Ambulance crew as an EMT.  My life in that little country town was full,  and my Mama never missed coming out to see me in the parade even when she had to drive herself.

There were few occassions that made my Mama smile....BUT a parade would set her eyes to sparkling,  and her heart to pounding.  My Mama would OH and AHHH at the fireworks at night before the day had come to an end. The next few days Mama would walk around with a smile on her face...I wish everyday had a parade...so Mama could have smiled everyday.

I love a parade and I love fireworks...I guess it comes as no surprise,  since it reminds me of my Mama.