I've mentioned this before, but I found the Victoria Day weekend in Hades depressing beyond belief. It was a long weekend when those who had cottages left town to open them, and those who didn't finally planted the bedding plants as the weather began to get hot.
Being neither a cottager nor a gardener, that left me with little to do but sweat and look for things for younger daughter to do.
Here, we have the Victoria Day Parade.
Younger daughter decided not to accompany us, but never mind.
The Resident Fan Boy and I headed off into the morning rain, which had tapered off by the time we reached Douglas Street. We found a free edge of pavement near the end of the parade route past Broughton. A fella with a small daughter proudly pointed out his son to us, a large lad, like his dad, beating his drum with the one local school that had enter this year.
My junior high entered every year; our normally affable director turned into a snarling sergeant-type for the week preceding the parade as we stumbled around the school field. We always came in third -- second, if only two local school bands had entered.
The parade hasn't changed much since those far-off days. There are still long lines of vintage fire engines, plus Shriners and Job's Daughters, albeit in much diminished numbers.
There are still racing cars, sponsored by local pubs, with young girls riding the hoods. (I haven't seen a puppy on one before.)
However, Victoria isn't nearly as homogeneous as it once seemed, and the parade has gradually begun to reflect that.
Younger daughter saw these pictures, and told me she'd like to come next year.
I think she liked the puppy.
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