Oh Boy, now you have hit a nostalgia bug in this gal for sure. I got dragged kicking and screaming into all those parades by either Mom or Dad. She with the Navy Mother's Club or some other group, and Dad with the VFW 248 marching group. After the parade there always was a picnic or as I like to think of it now as a Beer Bust.
Castleton Ave was the route for any parade for any big holiday. To a pre-teen it seemed thirty miles long on a hot afternoon. We did not have the great walking shoes that are available today nor would our families have been able to afford them. So, blisters were the result. Kind of took all the joy out of the march.
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