What Do Army Vehicles, a Septic Pumper, and the (Not Quite) Royal Wedding Party Have in Common?

Answer: They were all present at a great small town 4th of July parade, yesterday.  We took our circus-sideshow of a family on a quick trip to meet up with one of Hubby’s brothers and his family at their vacation home for some good, old-fashioned small town 4th of July celebration.  Here’s a glimpse of the festivities:

My in-laws are in town for a week, and my boys couldn’t be more excited to spend time with their cousins.  While my other boys need a few minutes to “warm up” to our family after not seeing them for awhile, our gregarious Son #3 does not.

Son #3 will talk to anyone that will give him an audience, but my niece is his favorite target companion.

This particular parade begins in one town and ends in another. We were in the ending town, so the boys amused themselves for 20 minutes or so after the scheduled start time, before seeing any action.  Once we heard the fire truck sirens, all of the kids in the crowd ran to the street.  You’d think they just wanted a better view of the parade, but no–they knew that candy was going to be tossed their way. Lots of candy!

Being the veteran, my niece explained her candy-nabbing strategy: wave and cheer.

Son #3 is an expert when it comes to waving and cheering.

Because I’m an emotional sap moved by everyone’s show of patriotism, the military vehicles are always a parade favorite.

My boys get a kick out of the all of the classic cars. It’s a testosterone thing. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that the occupants were throwing candy at them.

And beach balls, and t-shirts, and other fun stuff.

With all the vehicle and loot-tossing distractions, I thought I’d try to sneak up behind my camera shy Son #2 and snap a self-portrait of us together. He eluded me.

That is until I gave him the all-clear to munch a tootsie roll.  I swear that by the time Son #2 is grown, the only pictures we will have will be of him stuffing his face.  File that into the we’ll-laugh-about-it-later category of Life.

Then I noticed my Baby and his Daddy. There is not much sweeter on this earth than a daddy holding his son.

The crowd roar brought my focus back to the parade. They were going nuts because this septic pumper truck was tossing rolls of toilet paper. Toilet paper! Hilarious!

The hilarity continued with a group that called themselves The Insane Royal Wedding Party.

Here’s Prince Charles and Pippa greeting their peeps.  I knew it was Pippa because the paper plate taped to her hiney told me so.

The Queen walked gracefully in front of Wills & Kate in the procession. I missed my shot of the happy couple because they were swarmed by the crowd, which just goes to show that even Royal-impostors have fans.

The Royal Baker brought up the rear of the procession, and tossed Twinkies to the crowd.

No small town parade is complete without a kazoo band playing “God Bless America.”

Or one of these…a truck so big that I needed two shots to capture it.

This truck was also quite popular.  The peeps at Cherry Republic handed out cherries.

After collecting their cherries, it goes without saying that everyone whooped it up for this guy representing our great farmers.

The parade was capped off by easily the best rendition of our National Anthem that I have ever been blessed enough to witness.  The pint-sized singer had a voice well beyond her years, with which she belted out every note without a single flaw. It was awesome.

Thanks for tagging along on our small town celebration.  I hope y’all enjoyed a fun-filled, patriotic Independence Day!

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  1. says

    I’m not 100% positive, but I think The Royal Family was just an elaborate plan for the man playing The Queen to dress in drag in a socially acceptable setting.
    Just sayin…
    Unless you know him…
    I’ll stop now.

    • says

      Hahahaha…I was also wondering if his feet were killing him by the end of the parade or if he practiced at home a lot. Unless you know him….then I’ll stop now, too.

      I LOVED the parade photos. What a hoot. Your little town sure knows how to party on the Fourth. I’m guessing it’s no secret which truck I would have mugged – that’s right – the Cherry Republic truck! You could have photographed me running after the truck screaming, “Wait for me!!!” Thanks for sharing your awesome day. I’m totally jealous now.

      • says

        The Cherry Republic truck is always a favorite. You’d love the little town we were in–it’s home to the Cherry Republic Complex. Yep, they have a complex of 3 buildings: a wine/soda tasting shop, a cafe/ice cream shop, and a retail product outlet. The grounds of the complex have some of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen. Oh! They also have an “Olympic” regulation Cherry Pit Spit court. Very fun place.

    • says

      Mads–that Queen is my father.

      Only kidding! :) I have no idea who that guy was, but I do know that he walked several miles in those heels! Which is miles more than I could have walked in them.

  2. says

    I kind of died reading that Pippa had her name on her bum!

    I SO miss the 4th of July and Rodeo parades of my youth – really there was nothing more exciting even though we only managed to eat like half of the candy…hahahahaha.

  3. says

    That was a ton of fun! Fourth of July Parades are great–this was the first 4th in many years that we also got to be at one…
    Great photos–love what you capture. 😉

  4. says

    That was just fun to read! And the pictures were great, with the reds, whites and blues just jumping out at you. We didn’t get to do any fireworks or parades this year, so it was really nice to see yours. My kids kept asking “What’s that?” or making comments about the vehicles as they read over my shoulder. Fun stuff.


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