Here’s a secret. Two actually. Well, only one secret. The other is a little-known fact. The secret. I’m one of those people doesn’t know right from left unless I salute. The little-known fact. I was a drum majorette in my elementary school band. If that doesn’t scare you, let’s go for a drive.
It stands to reason that with my drum majorette past, I love a parade, and I do. Except there’s not many parades these days. That’s why I love the holidays. For a parade-a-holic like me the holidays kick off with the Macy’s Day Parade on Thanksgiving Day. Since I lived in greater New York as a child that’s a double dip. I remember sitting on my father’s shoulders in the freezing cold watching balloons glide past. In those days it Popeye and Olive Oyl flew overhead, and now it’s cartoons I don’t recognize, but the big guy still arrives at the end. You know who I mean.
Things got slack parade-wise until New Year’s Eve brought the Orange Bowl Parade. Unless you lived in Miami. Then you had the Junior Orange Bowl parade too. If you worked in an office and anyone had kids, you ended up joining them at the Junior Orange Bowl Parade. Who could resist? It’s still held in Coral Gables and the last time I attended it was a classic parade with marching bands, twirlers, and yes, floats, and a Junior Orange Bowl Queen.
New Year’s Eve rang in with the Orange Bowl. Little compares with the spectacle of a nighttime parade. Animated lights covered the floats. The themes were creative and of course, there was the perk of a winter parade in steamy South Florida. I was lucky enough to work in One Biscayne Tower during much of the early 1980s. That meant not only did the Orange Bowl march under my office windows, the Big Orange dropped down the side of my building. Talk about a million-dollar view! Who needed Times Square! In true Latin style the party and the dancing went on until the wee hours.
Morning came soon enough and just in time to catch the Bluebonnet Bowl Parade. Televised from Houston. The Parade was small and sweet. Most of the floats that I remember featured Texas themes. Many were decorated with flowers. It sported lots of marching bands and it was one of my favorite parades. I remember it being short, but that could have been a programming issue. Any Houstonians out there to set me straight? I’d love more information.
The grandmama of all parades followed and besides the Macy’s Day Parade, the only one left standing today. The Rose Bowl Parade. Don’t tell my husband, but the only reason I keep signing up for cable service is to be certain to have the Rose Bowl Parade. He wouldn’t object. His mother actually travelled from Arizona to Pasadena to see the parade and splurged on bleacher seats to do it right.
The Rose Bowl Parade is the highlight of my New Year’s Day. The music, the beauty. I cannot imagine the patience it takes to put the floats together, the artistry, or the creativity. When I hear that each of the roses are in individual vases, I am awed at the thought of the individuals with that depth of dedication. When the last float or band rounds the corner and the presenters sign off, I’m left with the energy that comes from watching someone do what they love. The satisfaction that comes when you reach the end of a great book or movie.
I love a parade. How about you?