The day is sunny and I am so excited to get up! (Especially after sleeping in those pink sponge curlers!) It's Parade day! The air is crackling with excitement! Mom makes sure that my uniform is crisp and perfect. Majorette boots have been cleaned and polished. Pom-Poms's neatly tied on..the rubber ends on my baton cleaned and ready....just a little bit of lipstick and a very tiny bit of blush and I am ready to go.
(This is my very first parade. I was six years old. Check out that bouffant hair!)
The excitement intensifies as we drive to the parade's starting lineup. My beloved baton teacher, Donna, seems to be everywhere at once. So many girls to keep in line. She blows her whistle. "Girls!!! Let's get in two straight lines, you know where you are supposed to go"!
(This was my very favorite costume, even though I seem to have my hat a little low!)
Girls are lined up and someone yells "head out!" my heart is racing!! It's time to go!
Donna calls to us " Chin up, shoulders back, remember to pick those legs up!!! Remember girls you are the Stars of Dixie Majorettes!! and most of all Smile Girls". Down past the high school we go. Turning right onto the main street in town. So many people...kids from my school yell my name, I smile, but look straight ahead just like my teacher had told me to. Routines performed, legs lifted high!
(1971, I was 10 years old)
Two and a half miles completed! Totally worn out from twirling and marching, we finally march into the grounds of the war memorial building.. Parents are waiting with drinks and snacks! What a wonderful day!
Little ceramic majorettes. The green one was on a Birthday cake I had when I was little.
A vintage majorette costume pattern, snagged from Ebay.
Just a little trip back into my past...
Hope everyone has a great Monday and remember....