As American as a Fourth of July Parade and Mass Shootings.
I arrived in the U.S.A. on or about July 6th 1976. It was the Bicentennial year and I thought it wise for this Limey to arrive after the Independence Day celebrations.
I was bound for Fitchburg, MA to be the Deacon, then Priest in Charge at the Church of the Good Shepherd.
It was not until I began my ministry in Pittsfield, MA that I encountered a b....i...g Fourth of July Parade. The parade went by St. Stephen's Parish where we set up camp on the front lawn and sold lemonade and hot dogs etc. to benefit Church Funds. A lot of work for a small return.
One year I was asked to be on the Reviewing Stand on Wachonah Street. My companion was Rabbi Harold Saltzman. We were more interested in jaw boning about theology than enjoying the Parade!
The PittsfieldParade was so big that Public T.V. broadcasted it live for three or so years. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi!
The biggest and oldest American Fourth of July Parade is in Bristol R.I. This Bristolian never got to see it.
My favourite parade was in Freeport, ME. I happened to be there some thirty years ago. It was a small town celebration in which the audience knew just about every participant. These photo's are from the web, not from the day when I was in Freeport.
OH WHAT FUN. OH HOW CAREFREE.
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