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Philly's many neighborhoods spawn a lot of parades throughout the year.
My favorites were the Mummer’s Parade on New Year's Day and the
Thanksgiving Parade on Turkey Day. My father would wake me early and
dress me in a heavy snow suit. We'd board the trolley to go downtown to
Broad Street as that is where the parades marched. Pushing through the
crowd, he would find me a spot on the curb. He had hot chocolate in his
thermos, newspaper to be put on the ground and a blanket to keep me
warm. It is one of the fondest memories of my childhood. That is where
my love for partying took root.
The Mummer’s had wild and fanciful costumes with themed music to
match and the beat of those “golden slippers” marched down Broad
Street. The Thanksgiving Day Parade was when Santa arrived with much
anticipation . He would climb up the fire truck's hook-n-ladder into the
window of the toy department of Gimbel's Department Store. In the
crowd, strangers were making new friends, sharing camaraderie and
ushering in the spirit of the holidays.
When my husband and I retired in 2003, our goal was to seek out local
and national parties. Our first year found us celebrating St. Patrick’s Day
in Savannah, marching down Bourbon Street during the French Quarter
Festival, eating homemade Gorditas at Fiesta in San Antonio and
volunteering to be balloon handlers for the Albuquerque Balloon Fest. As
we traveled, I collected and experienced many parties. My list totals over
1,500 parades, festivals and small town events and is growing. It is my
desire to share them with you.
The essence of partying is to come together to share an experience.
Through that experience, horizons are expanded, taste buds challenged
and the people next to you could become new friends. Life is to hard not
to party!
.
My favorites were the Mummer’s Parade on New Year's Day and the
Thanksgiving Parade on Turkey Day. My father would wake me early and
dress me in a heavy snow suit. We'd board the trolley to go downtown to
Broad Street as that is where the parades marched. Pushing through the
crowd, he would find me a spot on the curb. He had hot chocolate in his
thermos, newspaper to be put on the ground and a blanket to keep me
warm. It is one of the fondest memories of my childhood. That is where
my love for partying took root.
The Mummer’s had wild and fanciful costumes with themed music to
match and the beat of those “golden slippers” marched down Broad
Street. The Thanksgiving Day Parade was when Santa arrived with much
anticipation . He would climb up the fire truck's hook-n-ladder into the
window of the toy department of Gimbel's Department Store. In the
crowd, strangers were making new friends, sharing camaraderie and
ushering in the spirit of the holidays.
When my husband and I retired in 2003, our goal was to seek out local
and national parties. Our first year found us celebrating St. Patrick’s Day
in Savannah, marching down Bourbon Street during the French Quarter
Festival, eating homemade Gorditas at Fiesta in San Antonio and
volunteering to be balloon handlers for the Albuquerque Balloon Fest. As
we traveled, I collected and experienced many parties. My list totals over
1,500 parades, festivals and small town events and is growing. It is my
desire to share them with you.
The essence of partying is to come together to share an experience.
Through that experience, horizons are expanded, taste buds challenged
and the people next to you could become new friends. Life is to hard not
to party!
.
| Arlene also wrote "Popping Up Across America". Click Here |
