This particular fire truck came from my mom's town of Port Sanilac, Michigan.
Almost every town represented themselves in the area.
What's a small town parade without a tractor or two...
Or three. A few of the locals told me that this town has a lighted tractor parade at Christmas and it is really neat watching all of them lit up and decorated for Christmas...
I just may have to mark that on my calendar this year.
And of course the local high school marching band is a must for every parade!
These young adults played very well. I could have sat and listened to more songs.
Following this group of policemen carrying the flags, came a procession of veterans.
Everyone stood and started clapping their hands for them.
This gesture made both Bob and I get teary eyed.
The mounted police. I have always loved horses. On the farm I would get on my favorite named Star and ride around the small side pasture bareback with no bridal. I had to get on her by climbing on to the feed rack outside while she was eating and then get on her back. She was so gentle. Sometimes grampa B would yell at me to get off of her before I got killed, but as soon as he was out of sight...I'd get right back on.
I'm not so sure what this contraption was. It had two big wheels and a red canopy.
It was constantly going in circles. I wonder if the driver was getting dizzy.
The Shriner's in their funny little cars. Too cute!
Well, that does it for this montage.
Tomorrow pics from our tent at the show.
Take care everyone