Watching the Oakfield Labor Daze parade today, I realized that I can identify the stages of my life up to this point by my memories of the annual festivities. I remember being the little girl afraid of the firemen who walked by in masks - being told not to run to the middle of the road for the "far away" pieces of candy.
I used to be the girl who was checking out which boys got cuter over the summer, trying to work up the nerve to go talk to them before school started.
I marched in the Oakfield Marching Band lead by Mr. John Mikulski, my favorite teacher of all time. He used to crack jokes to keep our spirits up as we marched down Main Street. Our town will forever miss the joy he brought us.
I also worked the stands selling salt potatoes for the our senior class, hanging out with the soon-to-be graduates while we chatted about where our lives were going to take us.
Now, I'm watching it all from a distance, taking it all in as the memories come back to me.
It was an eventful parade this morning. The usual tractors, clowns, candy and firetrucks were there. Bands played their jazzy tunes and marched down the street. Strange bikes and vehicles were driven.
Animals were part of the fun, too. There were dogs and two horses in the parade. I'm sure that no one who saw it will forget the graphic display of urination by the mini horse right in front of the post office - let's just say it was another memory for those of us who were there and leave it at that...
Pie sales were in full swing when I visited the United Methodist Church. Reverend Larry Eastlack was all smiles this morning, but admitted he wasn't the expert on pies.
"It's about how we share together. The fellowship of baking the pies and how we share them with the community is the best part..." said a woman from the church who declined to give her name.
"For a lot of people, the pies bring memories. How their grandmothers used to bake pies, which flavor they bought last year or making elderberry pies when they were younger..." she went on to say.
I'd have to agree. Every event at Labor Daze brings memories for me, whether it be ostrich burgers, deep fried Oreos, or even taking a turn in the bounce house. I'm certain that everyone who attends Labor Daze goes through the same memory lane experience each year. It's things like this event that make a small town a great place to live.
Bring on the rain! Looks
Bring on the rain! Looks like the crowd has thinned for the rainshower, but most people are saying they'll be back when it passes...
Brittany, great coverage.
Brittany, great coverage.
Hey Brittany, it's Liz's mom.
Hey Brittany, it's Liz's mom. This was a great article. Nice job covering the festivities. I can identify closely with it. Only for me the memories depend on how old my daughter's were. I remember dreading Labor Daze-the endless trips to the park and the endless requests from the girls for more money! And then trying to get them settled down on the last night-they didn't have school-but I had to go to work in the morning! It was a relief-and stressor-when they were able to go alone. Now they are grown and gone and Labor Daze just isn't the same. But still a great job done by the Betterment Committee once again!!!! Thanks!!!!!