Here are mine from 2012, the year we dedicated the Fourth to the resilience of Vermonters who lost farms, homes, and businesses to Irene
The Fourth of July has always been big in our house, which has a wraparound porch where you can watch the procession go by. My mom used to serve coffee and Lois Butterfield's donuts to our guests; my sisters and I kept up the tradition after she died. Her last parade was this one.
If you have a favorite photograph of the Randolph parade, send me a jpeg and I'll share it here. Don't forget the caption! Tell us who or what is in the photo, where it was taken (Main Street, Maple, Highland, School Street, etc), and the year, if you have it. And if you include a little story that pertains to the picture, even better. You can email your photo to email@example.com. Make sure it's in .jpg format.
Immediately after this parade passed by our house, my mother went upstairs to her bedroom, ignoring her houseful of guests. Eleven days later, she died in that same room. I wrote about that summer, and other parts of my mother's life, in An Irruption of Owls (the sequel to Our House in Arusha). When I watched this video again today, it brought back a flood of memories. I'll bet your photos of past parades bring back a flood of memories, too.