Lori Joseph re Parade

[In 2011, Lori Joseph, whom I don't know and who was then living in Nebraska and who previously lived in Williamsport and had visited EM, saw Terry Wild's photos of the parade, and composed the below piece, which she sent to Terry. Terry forwarded it to the Treetop Diaries. I posted the piece in 2011 and do so again here.]

Maybe you were there…

I woke to see the light filtering through the open window into my room. Stretching to rise and greet the day I can already hear stirring outside. This small American town has been buzzing for weeks in preparation for the celebration of,

“ Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness”.

My trips to the post office weren't only for mail, as I found myself looking forward to the conversations and learning about

Who's coming to town, what packages are expected to arrive, planning the festivities and so much more. Anticipation of the days' events is unparalleled.

Although I have marched in my share of parades, this year I have elected to visit the ice cold lemonade stand hosted by my next door neighbors grandchildren and take a seat in the old white wicker rocker waiting for me at the edge of our lawn. A right of passage so to speak, as I will be joined by the elders in our community. We have front row seats along the parade route. As I look down the line I see the very same Americana vests and bowties that have been donned year after year on this special occasion. Weathered hands are waving at the passersby. There is joy all around us with children teetering to keep their balance on their decorated bicycles. Flag waving songs played on kazoos with drums keeping time. Performers and politicians, young and old throwing candies and promises.

We gather after the parade to share food and fellowship, play some games, take the boat out or go for a swim. The black and white images from yesteryear are replaced with an unmatched luminance. The sights and sounds are so vibrant I feel a joyful tear slip down my cheek. I am filled with a gladness that I am here to witness the culmination of generations writing their chapter for this story by realizing their dreams and embracing life with gusto. Fireworks punctuate today's freedom to celebrate, freedom of choice. It's been a long wonderful day that will forever remain in my heart and in the hearts of those who came to Eagles Mere.

LJ  7/7/11