Why the Queen waves the way she does


Yesterday I was in my first parade.  I experienced the thrill of driving along a spectator-lined  road, looking out at the eager faces of the young and old, babies and dogs on leashes. It was the 2012 Milford Fair Parade. Being a part of it was quite a thrill.

Our entry into the parade was  impromptu.  After breakfast our neighbour dropped by to let us know that Warren’s  1962 Oldsmobile Cutlass street rod  was just the ticket.  They would love to see it in the parade.  He was so insistent that Warren and I decided to drive over to Milford and check out the situation. 

The parade organizers were welcoming. There were several other antique cars all ready registered.  Everyone was very friendly. 

The event planners were quite well-organized.  They had divided up the large school playground into sections for the different parade participants.    Musical bands waited for the parade to start  in section “A”.  Horses hoofed about in the back of the field in section “M”.  There were large floats from the Library and Archives of Prince Edward County and the musical cast of “Oliver” was represented over in section “P”.  We parked with the other special interest cars in section “D” .  The walkers in costumes, the fire trucks, antique tractors, and independent businesses were scattered in between.   

 Before the parade got underway we had several minutes to mix and mingle with the other parade participants.  That was  both bizarre and surreal.  

  I had a nice chat with a man on stilts    

          

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     I visited with a young boy pulling his chicken in a cage.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           A  A father and his two kids were cleverly dressed as Dr  Seuss’ Cat in a Hat.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The day was sparkling.  The crowds eager. Off we went. 

Such fun!   What a fine day.   Many people waved as we drove past them and  I waved back.   Enthusiastically at first, that is when I learned why the Queen has her ridiculous little half wave……. she is trying to limit the gelatinous giggle of arm fat.  Yes, initially, before I changed my wave to the royal style, my arms kept right on waving even after I stopped. 

You learn something every day.   🙂

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In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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3 Responses to Why the Queen waves the way she does

  1. Aha! Never thought of that. From now on, I only wave like the queen. It looks like a fun days outing.

  2. Rev. Marilyn says:

    Paul entered his sidecar in the Forest fair, impromptu last year with 3 year old Ava throwing bubblegum to the spectators. He liked not having to wear a helmet. They had such a great time. Parades are fun. Glad you enjoyed the day.

  3. Donna says:

    What a fun day you had. You have made me smile again.

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