Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Pismo Parade...Finally!

I think I can finally take a breathe, relax and share the Pismo Beach Parade with you! 
The day began early with "hair and make-up",  minus the makeup. 
One of the attendant's little sister carried our sign and could not have been more perfect! 
There is quite a bit of hurry up and wait involved with these parades I am learning, but the girls took it in stride. 
Grandparents came and visited.
The girls chatted and giggled, indulged in the juice that was provided and waited. 
They posed for pictures anytime they were asked while others took selfies.

SPF with her Godfather who came to see the parade.

Chris and our nephew had the honor of being the flag bearers in the parade. 
There some pictures that just make me smile.
This is one.
Every person in this shot is dear to my heart and makes me proud to know them.
Well, almost every one....not sure who Miss Pink Lady is.
I'm sure she is nice.....
Pismo, for us, is different than the rest of the parades we will participate in this year. 
 Because SPF is representing Pismo, she had the Grand March where the transfer of "queendom" took place.
 In this parade, there are also two statues that are carried the entire route. 
 The smaller of the two was managed by 4 teens and led the parade.
 The larger statue was managed by 4 men at the end of the parade in front of the flags bearers and incoming queens...us.
This thing is a monster in size and weight. 

There is a terrific photo of the men carrying in in the newspaper link below. 
They are smiling. 
Not always the case, I fear. 
As we were walking behind and watching them, we began to feel for these men. 
 One man was a bit taller than the rest.
Much of the weight was projected onto the two men at the rear of the statue.
Whenever the parade stopped for a moment, the two in the back swapped places to give their shoulder a break. 
 Albeit not much, I am sure. 
They must have been sore and exhausted by the time we arrived at the church.
 I must say that I was told that this parade is one of the few that is run with timely precision and I agree. 
It began on time and went very smoothly. 
The streets are lined with people and it was fun to listen to the comments and cheers. 
The Santa Maria Times took some gorgeous shots and wrote a neat article as well.
As the new queens arrive at the church, the way is lined with the visiting queens from other towns.
The Senior Queen and her attendant read their Readings and SPF prayed the Intercession.
Proud Mama?
After Mass, the parade proceeds up a hill, around a corner, down a hill to the Portuguese grounds for Sopas.
When our sign girl took a tumble, LPP took over. 
Thankfully Miss. P was okay. 
She was a trooper and the most adorable thing ever.
Not to say the new sign carrier isn't adorable, but it is hard to beat a 6 year old in that department.

When the girls and I travelled to the cape lady's home in June, we had an idea. 
My mother in law had just passed away and our youngest never got to meet her Grandfather. 
 While they were both gone from earth, they were with us in spirit. 
 We wanted to share that. 
Mrs. Flores added their names to the inside of the cape for us. 
 The girls and I did not share that information with anyone.
 The first time my husband saw it was when the cape came home and was modelled for him.
The first time my sisters in law saw it, was in the parade.
It is because of  Baba and VoVo that this honor was bestowed upon our girl.
 She gets that.

1 comment:

Michelle said...

I had to do some research about this tradition as it isn't something that is practiced in my area. You must be so very proud.