Sunday After Noon
My four youngest sisters are part of this group of kids from the neighborhood dressed for their coming street parade. I took this picture about 1968. Many of the costumes had been worn during ice folly performances by a several older neighborhood girls.
The more serious part, sort of.
The silly part.
In 1997 or 1998, when I started studying Italian in the evenings at the University of Washington in Seattle, I met a great group of people who became my friends. We all were entranced by Italy and the Italian language. Our “class” of ten continued to meet for several years though it began to focus on eating Italian food rather than studying. The group still gets together and always includes me in their email event planning even though I live on the other side of the US. My time in Seattle allowed me to join seven of them for a tour of a chocolate factory and dinner in an pizzeria. It was wonderful to see them and to catch up. Grazie tutti!
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.