Yes, there is a golfcart under all of that. Amazing, right?
Here is our Ellie Mae,
and Grannie all costumed up
and ready to go.
I love the hat Miss Lorraine is wearing as Grannie; she made it from a plastic bowl.
It is those sorts of details that really make the difference.
It is always fun to walk around the golfcarts and notice the tiny things that elevate a good idea to a great presentation.
BTW, that stuffed pig has apparently been in the Mid-Atlantic Club longer than my dad; no one could even exactly pinpoint which year he had been made for the parade, but now he is a staple.
Speaking of my dad, he wasn’t in the parade this year; as the president of the club he was in charge of getting lunch started since Mid-Atlantic had drawn hot dog duty this year: however, you already saw that Shirley rode as Ellie Mae.
Dad was able to come down for a little while during set up to say hi to everyone and hang out; here he is with Klinger from MASH.
|gotta have color guard, fire trucks and a drumline|
|love the Mickey gloves for waving|
This is the first time I’ve seen Shriners at the parade.
I am sorry to say for Rea’s sake that they were indeed clowns, but I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a real calliope being played in a parade, so I’ll look past the whole clown thing.
The Canadian Club also did the Beverly Hillbillies,
I love that they had a real dog marching, he joyously barked at all the spectators.
They had women dressed as carhops handing out root beer floats.
The winner this year was New England with a truly impressive M*A*S*H:
The lights flashed, the helicopter blades spun, the bloody patient was hooked up to a liter of whiskey: it was amazing. As my dad said, you don’t mind losing when there is really stiff competition. I’m glad I wasn’t a judge.
Finally, let’s see our very own Mid-Atlantic in motion:
|yes, he rode the entire parade in the outhouse|