Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Parade Passes By

Grandma Hilda lived in several flats before she and her sister, Gert, moved into their house on
Jamieson. When I would stay all night with her, we slept in a tiny room that was just big enough for a double bed and a fan, and a few inches of walking space.

There was a big window that we could look out even if we were still in bed. One morning, I
woke up to band music and children having a good time just below us on the street. I wondered
what it was, because I was too young to know what grade school parades were. Grandma said
it was a surprise, and that's why I stayed all night. After the parade, the kids had a picnic at
Forest Park Highlands. Grandma Hilda and I took a bus to the amusement park. To me,
grandma seemed rather old at the time, but she took me on the Whip, my favorite from that
day on, the Merry-Go-Round, and the Ferris Wheel.

We stayed several hours and then took a bus back to her house. I spent the night again, but
unfortunately, there was no parade the next morning.

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