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Monday, May 30. 2022
Villages in Yankeeland - and surely everywhere in America - know how to have a parade on Memorial Day. All you need are some Boy Scouts and Brownies, some firemen and an antique fire truck, the Volunteer Fire Department Marching Band, and anybody else who feels like joining in.
Including people with their dogs, adorned with flags.
(And yes, in Yankeeland, we are big on Volunteer Fire Departments, and volunteer everything including volunteer Town Meetings as a form of local government.)
What a great country. How fortunate, optimistic, well-intentioned, and patriotic we are!
Photos from a neighbor, today. Thanks!
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 07:29 | Comments (21) | Trackbacks (0)
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I'm sorry. We are not allowed to have a Memorial Day parade in Seattle. For years the women in charge did whatever they could to destroy the parade: no announcements as to time/place, trouble with parade permits,etc. They finally got what THEY wanted we have the NORTHWEST FOLK FESTIVAL. Screw those trashy men who went to war!
They also tried with great effort to force the Blue Angels to stop flying in the biggest festival of the year. But, finally we the people got some spine and rebelled--we have so far managed to keep our Blue Angels performing once a year.
You found the answer: "You got some spine". I really think that that is all it takes. Rebel. Refuse to accept or give in. We've got to do that more and more if we want to save our country.
Idiots, without any sense of gratitude for those who went before them.
The fight is always on, foreign and domestic. The fight to make the USA same as, or worse than, all else. The plan from the beginning. RELATIVE. We all, in our daily deeds, need to fight back against such inanity.
The pics were very nice by the way. Thanks.
Yes, it is true. Fortunately, you don't have to get too far out of Seattle - maybe only 30 miles, and the moonbat quotient drops off to near zero. Today we must have had six or seven flags on our block alone.
Olympia, and Evergreen State College...more than 30 miles away. ESC has Red Square--admittedly, pale red brick MAY explain the name, but my money says NOT.
When I lived in America, I used to love coming to Vermont and taking part in the holiday parades in Strafford. Everybody got involved and as you say the Volunteer Fire Deparment and all the other icons of small town America were always there. I have strong memories of being part of a kazoo band and a kitchen pot ensemble. What a great community experience.
If it were not for our Veterans, the Seattle hippies would be groveling, ducking their heads, and saying to each other, "Du bist ein HITLER Berliner!". And acknowledging: "Arbeit macht frei," as they slave away for their master race [who came damn close to winning the war].
These '60's hippies truly do not know how good they have it.
[PS: Sorry for the mangled German]
[PPS: On our block, right in the middle of the Peoples' Democratic Soviet Socialist of Kali, several of us fly the flag 24/7/365. Mine has 13 stars in a circle – still legit to fly!]
Not just Seattle, but in Yankeeland itself. One town in MA says no parade as it claims there aren't enough veterans.
Looking over that first photo, it looks like Bird Dog has shed a few pounds. Well done, big guy! Did you use that diet that Glenn Reynolds has been talking about?
I was also quite moved by the large coffin flag the officers were carrying.
Big Foot would have wanted it that way.
Something of Kipling here too when I think about Seattle folks.
by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
Looking at the pictures, the music of Charles Ives starts playing in my head.
I marched in the local Memorial Day parade out here in the Southwest Chicago suburbs with my Boy Scout Troop and Cub Scout Pack. We were behind the bands and the antique vehicles and in front of the Little League. About a mile and a half and then off to the ice cream parlor for some excellent ice cream. I did have occasion to correct a few Cub Scouts' behavior with the miniature flags they were given to hold (apparently they make excellent mini-swords) by telling them why they had them and why we were marching. It seemed to help ....
Ah yes. Memorial Day parade in small town Northern Wisconsin. At least one marching band and of course the Scouts. Lots of kids on decorated bicycles. Dogs too, and a cat or two, 4H'ers with chickens, goats, and rabbits. The town fire truck and police car. A few antique cars and occasional motorcycle. But then--the farm tractors pulling hay wagons, maybe a few cows and the odd pig. Some manure spreaders that had only a cursory wash prior to the parade. Horses were last. And an all day picnic in the park and an afternoon baseball game. Topped off with fireworks at night.
My father, A WWII veteran of the Pacific theater, passed away Easter Sunday this year, at the age of 98. He'd served in New Guinea and in the liberation of the southern Philippines, as well as the occupation of Japan after the surrender. My first Memorial Day without him.
Sorry for your loss. My father also served in the Pacific ‘43-45’.
Lost him in 1970 of a cancer. I was a lad then. Dad was as old at death as my sons who also served are now. Hope you have good memories of Dad with your children. I’m a very humble legacy of my father’s memory.
I’ve read as much as I could about fighting against the Japanese Imperial Forces of WWII. Brutal. I salute your father and all of the dads of wars this day and always.
Peace of Christ be with you.
Thanks to all who served in the past, and to those who still have the courage to sign up! I am grateful.
Sorry to say--there are no more BOY Scouts--they have been outlawed by the insane NAZI feminists!
This is our first Memorial day under the heel of the new "American Red Guard" I grieve. And, NO. NO you cannot talk me into accepting the "new vision". No more will I try to reconcile with evil.
My local Memorial Day parade yesterday was dominated by Bolivian Dance clubs and a gun banning group (to which a female cop bowed down to before they hit the street).
There were some scouts, and the Shriners in their cars were cool.
But overall, I am not optimistic.