The last to pass on the parade route were the town fire engines. On their final pass, they turn on the water spout and shoot a 50 foot stream of water into the air. Then, all the kids... well, and me, of course, run into the water and get soaked. I didn't want my camera to get wet (duh) so I didn't take any pics, but my sister did. I will post them as soon as I get them.
Here is my Pappy, nephew Devan, and niece Kami. Waiting for the parade to start.
Aunt Norma (I call her Norm because I'm lazy) and Uncle Terry. Oops, Norm, your eyes are closed and Terry is talking. Let's try it again.
I guess that's better, but now neither of you are smiling.
I guess that's better, but now neither of you are smiling.
Meet Dathel Whitaker of Kanosh, Utah.
Can you believe she has great, great, grandkids. 270 people all from this tiny old woman. Wow.
Norm was jealous of the only people in Kanosh with a second story view of the parade. Then she felt bad for them because that great view meant they couldn't reach the candy. So, she decided to throw them some. So funny. Love you, Norm.
There's grandpa on the veterans' "float". Grandpa is the one sitting behind the driver. He threw candy right at my face while I was taking his picture. Rude.
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