This is one of my favorite photos, and if I’d had a brain in my head, I’d have used it back during Mardi Gras season.
I don’t know who took the photo, but that’s my brother David pulling his grandson David (ake Dave) in the wagon. I may not have the details right, but I believe this is in the small town near my brother’s home in the High Desert. ETA: Nope, was in Salt Lake City.
I don’t know how large their parade was, but I’m sure it had all the high spirits and enthusiasm of any Mardi Gras celebration with only a tiny percent of the public intoxication and probably none of the nudity. There’s still snow on the ground, after all!
I guess kids love parades, and I must have seen parades when I was a youngster, but I don’t remember a single one until the homecoming parades of junior high and high school. I feel abashed because I honestly don’t remember if we had homecoming parades in college. I was probably too busy being studious to bother with all that frivolity. Are you buying that? Yeah, my parents didn’t, either.
Anyway, I did my share of parade marching in high school. Among those photos, this is a favorite–not of me, though I am back there making sure the Honor Guard is ready–but of a few of the majorettes at parade rest. I’m sure this scene has played out a million times through decades of high school bands all over the country.
just a couple of minor details awry. the pic was taken when i lived on 300 north in slc, and my recollection is mardi gras, 1997. other than that, all right. i don’t know who took the photo either, but it was with my camera, as i have a batch of them.
Your fashion is awesome. (Seriously!)
Is that you in the black vest?
This is a great shot, so much discipline and subdued tension.
That is I.
Yeah, I like this shot a lot. I know my mother was probably trying to get me, but the real story is the majorettes.