We were on our way to the Library and couldn’t get there. We ran into the Monroe Fair Parade, a traditional event held every year at the start of the County Fair.
We were paraded by the Aloha Ladies and their beautiful horses.
A few floats; this one advertising their upcoming Octoberfest.
Various community groups, martial arts…
…a dance group. They were stopped in front of us for awhile and I noticed all the pretty hair-does. It reminded me of our exchange student from Indonesia who had kinky black hair. We sat in the back row of a church and she pointed out the many colors of hair to me and then became concerned she would be the only student in school with black hair.
I believe the braids are called French braids. I know I envied them on my best friend in grammar school who wore her hair like this. My mom, who is French, could not do french braids.
Politicos were parading, of course we don’t vote here. Carolyn let her dog help out.
What’s a parade without some neat old cars?
The Harley Club paraded with their hogs.
And various princesses representing their club or group, all unfamiliar to us.
I admire her courage to walk a parade in shoes like these. Only the young.
A marcher gave me a piece of candy and this little girl wanted it. I gave it to her, but what she really wanted was to be able to GIVE a piece to Jim. I guess she thought he was being cheated. Then she hugged him and I got her to pose for a picture.
She turned out to be a real ham and I probably took a dozen pictures of her. That unbridled laugh just makes me smile.
I noticed the strap of his sombrero held near his mouth.
I’m curious to know why that position instead of under the chin?
This troup danced their horses. You can see the maneuver as the horse is trained to side step and cross a front leg over the other. I’ve been part of organizing a parade and I was impressed how they do it here. And the cost of insurance to allow horses in a parade is astronomical.
Music provided by a flatbed of singing musicians. I know horses love music. At least, my daughter’s horse did. He’d just get silly when someone parked in our pasture and turned on the radio.
Apparently, there is a race track nearby. I noticed that the race cars don’t drive the parade. Each one had a black truck with a padded pusher to get them through the parade. Jim told me high performance engines cannot drive and idle at low speeds.
…and one banana.