No Rain on this Parade
Remember when summer meant a neighborhood parade? You don’t. Everyone in this picture does.
Growing up in a small town in northwestern Minnesota the kids on Alexander Street were tight. At least once every summer they organized a parade, dragging out old ice follies costumes or making something, like the kleenex majorette hat one of sisters is wearing. Four of my five sisters were on parade that day. All the moms and grown up kids, like me, would come out to watch. I took this picture about 1970 or 1971 with my first camera, a little Kodak 126 film model.