Let The Parade Begin!

Here I share with you part one of the Friday Harbor 4th of July Parade. I have the whole thing, snap after snap, to share, but I can’t share it all at once, the post will be far too long and take a lifetime to load. I am sorry you are going to have to view this minimal commentary, but if you’ve been to many small town parades, you can make up your own!

Parade 1
A pre-parade clown! She walked down the street passing out candy and charming every body she met.

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The parade route to my right.

Parade  3
The parade route to my left.
This was 15 minutes prior to start time and the entire crowd had yet to arrive.

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Parade 4
And the parade begins with the police car driven by our retiring local sheriff and some of our local vets. I didn’t photograph the actual beginning of the procession because I put the camera down for the Star Spangled Banner, and because a couple of non-parade vehicles had yet to clear the route and I didn’t want to add to their embarrassment by capturing them on film.

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Parade 5
When I took this photo and the next couple of shots,
most of the crowd was still standing — in front of me —
even though they had chairs.
I had a very narrow window between two people’s heads
in which to capture my shots.  Sorry.

Parade  6
Again, two tall guys standing in front of me  kept me from getting a full shot of the car. Sorry.

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Parade 7
Finally, the two tall guys took their chairs and moved on.  Was pretty much behind the emcee’s speakers but they were level with it and I know it was blasting in their ears. Those kids up front are still standing even though they have chairs, too. They won’t spend much time in their chairs though because they were busy running into the street to catch candy. I was behind them standing an a low rock wall (technically, I was in a flower bed, however there weren’t any flowers — besides everybody else was doing it!)

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Parade 8
These are the peoples from our National Park Service.   As you can see, Susan’s leprechaun is still here.
Parade 9
More of above …
Parade 10
And a few pioneer women followed the soldiers.
Parade 11
They passed out candy and quips.
Parade 12
This pioneer woman passed ot flags.  I don’t know how many she started with, but they were gone within the first block. I would also like to point out that if you are not curbside in a parade, all the candy and other giveways never reach you. Alas.

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Parade 13
The pickup representing our local Chamber of Commerce. The bed of the pickup is full of daisies, thanks to the candy throwers, I couldn’t get a clear shot of that — too many people were scrabling for candy.

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Parade 14
The parade Grand Marshall.  Al Sundstrom.  I do not know how he came to be chosen, but I do know he was very popular with the crowd.
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This old Case Tractor was introduced as, “One Al Sundstom made.”  We were also told who refurbished it but I don’t remember that info and I didn’t take notes.

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Parade 16

This is a great old car!

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Parade 17
The local chapter of the ACLU.

Parade 18
More from the ACLU.

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Parade 19
PFLAG, proving that our island is a safe and friendly place for everyone to live.

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Parade 20
This is a visual lesson in how to make certain you can spot your children in the parade crowd.

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Parade 21

These folks came out to thank the local farmers for the care and friendship they extend to the Life Center Residents by opening their farms to them for visits and day trips.

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Parade 22
I believe this is the unnatural love child of a German shepherd and a Wookie.

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Parade 23
I’d like to tell you who these folks are, but I can’t for the life of me remember!

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Parade 24
This display was very successful. The Pig War Picnic at the Historical Museum drew a huge crowd — such a huge crowd that they ran out of food!

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Parade 25
This is the entry form the University of Washington’s Friday Harbor Labs. I could tell you the names of the people inside, but wouldn’t you rather look at that fantastic car?

Parade 26
A couple of labbies (see photo above) wearing their costumes from the annual Invertebrate Ball.

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Parade 27
These folks from a neighboring island, brought us quite a display!

Parade 28
A bit of fencing from the Canoe Island folks, and …

Parade 29
… a bit of French Dancing.  Even …

Parade 30
… a French mime.  Do you suppose that’s why they call it French Camp?

Parade 31
This guys were the French Camp vanguard and tried to tie their display in with the parade’s farming theme.

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Parade 32
I absolutely loved this display from Mullis Center and my camera doesn’t do it justice.  Those plywood cut-outs are wearing real clothing!

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Parade 33
Jensen’s shipyard is the eldest business still on the island.  Here you see three generations of Jensens.  The driver of the car is our church organist. With her is her daughter and grand-daughter.

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This is part of the Jensen “float”.  😉

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Parade35
The color guard for …

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the pipers!

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Parade37
Bountiful Harvest — all natural products.  They make the best soaps!

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A few of our elected officials.

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Stay tuned for, “The Middle of the Parade”!

Sunglasses With History!

Amoeba prefers aviator style sunglasses like the ones shown in this pic. I came across this pair of sunglasses at OpticsPlanet.com.  There was a bit of cool history on the page I thought I’d share.

The first “sun goggles” for pilots were developed for the U.S. Air Force in 1958. They were given the catchy name, Flight Goggle 58, and were designed to shield the pilot’s eyes from glare. Those same glasses, now known as the Original Pilot sunglasses (or OPS), are still popular today. In fact, in 1969 they became the first sunglasses ever taken to the moon.

And, in case you’re wondering why I am talking about sunglasses all of a sudden, according to the fashion gurus in the world of cosmetics and clothing, they are this season’s must have fashion accessory. I can go for that. Sunglasses are practical and functional. I love it when something I need is considered cool.

A Golden History Lesson

Amoeba and I were in Seattle on the waterfront this week and I read a commemorative plaque that surprised me. The Klondike (or Yukon) Gold Rush was triggered by two ships, one that landed in San Fransisco and one that landed in Seattle. The ships disgorged miners with large nuggets of pure gold. The press got a hold of the story and soon the rush was on.

The news of gold in Alaska came during a time of serious recession. There was wide spread unemployment, bank failures and devastating financial hardship. The promise of huge gold nuggets littering the ground was too great a lure. People from all walks of life rushed to Alaska in search of gold.

Nations topple. Banks fail. Property prices wax and wane, but golden “nest eggs” in the form of coins have kept people from panicking for years.  I know my step-mom would buy gold coins and squirrel them away. She kept them in a tennis ball tube in the back of her closet. That was her security against ever being broke.  Now days places like Goldline International provide gold storage. I’ve never used their service myself, but I am certain they provide better protection then a tennis ball tube in the back of a closet would. If you’re thinking of investing in gold, you’re following an historic tradition.

Weekend Reflections — USS Bowfin

James, over at Newton Area Photo
hosts a fun meme called Weekend Reflections.
Grab a camera and play along.
And even if you don’t join us,
be sure to check out James’ dazzling photos.

Reflection of Disgust

On Saturday, Thom, Amoeba and I took a tour of the USS Bowfin, a WWII submarine. I caught a reflection of Thom in one of the shaving mirrors.

Thom reflect

In case you were wondering what put that look of disgust and horror on his face, it was this:

USS Bowfin toilet

A very cramped, not so privvy, privvy on the USS Bowfish. Thom thought it looked more like a torture devise than a toliet, and the lack of a door on the stall only compounded the horror for him.

Jack Daniel’s Spirit of Tennessee Cookbook

Jack Daniel's Spirit of Tennessee Cookbook, by Lynne Tolley & Pat Mitchamore

Tennessee is renowned for many things, most notably it’s music, scenic beauty, walking horses and Jack Daniel’s Whiskey. -foreward

More than just a cookbook, more than just a history, more than just a memoir, Jack Daniel’s Spirit of Tennessee Cookbook, Volume 1, embraces all of those genres and goes beyond them to create a book that is charming, informative, entertaining and functional. I received this cookbook in the mail five days ago and have already prepared several of the recipes. So far the Grilled Lemon Chicken (p. 120) has been our favorite, but right now the Black Label Sirloin Roast (p.107) is in the oven and it’s smelling pretty darn good!

The Macaroni & Cheese Puff soufflé (p.111) didn’t puff. In fact, it sunk.  The flavor was great and Amoeba said he would love to see it again for dinner, providing I follow the directions next time.  The thing is, following the directions is dependent upon understanding them.  I didn’t.  “Light bread crumbs” means the bread needs to be freshly crumbled and not toasted.  The dried bread crumbs were too heavy for the soufflé.

This is not a cookbook for beginners or lazy cooks.  Each recipe takes time to prepare. Many of the directions are implied.  Steps are skipped.  These are recipes shared by real cooks who have been making these dishes for years, perhaps even generations, and what seems automatic to them is not necessarily so to someone meeting the recipe for the first time.

Another drawback, in my opinion is the organization of the Index.  There is a section marked “Chicken”, but not all of the chicken recipes are in it.  I find the same to be true of the other categories. One has to pretty much remember the name of the recipe if one wishes to revisit it.  I found it easier to put sticky notes on my favorite pages.

Mashed Potato Casserole & Grilled Lemon Chicken

Mashed Potato Casserole (p.71) & Grilled Lemon Chicken (p. 120)

Not all of the recipes in the book require Jack Daniel’s Whiskey.  A few ask for other alcoholic spirits.  Most of them require no alcohol at all.

One of my favorite features of the book were the historic vignettes and captivating photographs.  Never before have I sat down and read a cookbook for the story and the history within.  I have a half-dozen more pages marked for recipes to try.  I am especially looking forward to making the Party Pecans (p. 32).

So, in summation, I have had the book for less than a week.  I have recreated six of the recipes.  Amoeba liked them all and specifically asked that I remember a couple. The book already has food stained pages, is full of sticky notes and other scribbles, and has become my all time favorite cookbook to date.

On sale now at Amazon.com

I review for Thomas Nelson Book Review Bloggers

I would like to thank Thomas Nelson for providing me with a free copy of this book to review.