On this Memorial Day weekend, looking back at celebrations within the Town of Sprague, all were a great sampling of small Town fun, dedication and a wonderful way to honor past and present veterans. State and local officials, church groups, little league teams, both Girl and Boy Scouts and of course Town Veterans, all marched in this annual parade. Citizen involvement along the parade route, always waving, shouting and enjoying the activities was much more than a viewing, it was also the social event of the Spring . Of course any Memorial Day celebration would not be complete without food. As always, Baltic Fire Department and their band of volunteers, providing the locals, not so locals and parade participants with nourishment. It always amazed me how much these men and women planned, worked long hours preparing the feast and just as many cleaning up the remaining "slim pickins"
Mr. Bill always tried to make sure the exterior of Fred's News was gussied up for the celebration. It's red, white and blue parade banners and skirting, waving gently in the late Spring breeze, provided the picture perfect backdrop for the new Spring flowers, flowing out onto the sidewalks and bridge walkway surrounding the little restaurant. Usually closing early on Memorial Day, allowed us the opportunity to enjoy the Town festivities, When our beloved Fred the Dog was alive and well, we would head down the street, Fred sporting his patriotic bandanna, patiently waiting to continue his stroll, as all the kids would run to him yelling, "it's Fred the Dog, please let me pet him. Poor Fred, so patient and understanding, his "fans" adored him! He knew this as well, enjoying the attention and admiration of all who, squeezed, hugged, kissed and tried to sit on him. When he'd had enough, he looking longingly backwards, our signal it was time to return to the peace and quiet of the Fred's News back porch. Perhaps a special treat might be waiting!
At the end of the parade route, the Town War Memorial, honoring all who have served their country. Singing of our National Anthem, usually a local citizen, speeches, laying of the wreaths and the always solemn twenty one gun salute, signaling the end of the planned memorial events, but an unofficial parade continued up the hill to the Firehouse. Usually an announcement was made inviting everyone, but the aroma of food cooking usually drifted down into the valley, hanging over the little village, making a verbal invitation unnecessary! Just follow your nose!
Mr. Bill always tried to make sure the exterior of Fred's News was gussied up for the celebration. It's red, white and blue parade banners and skirting, waving gently in the late Spring breeze, provided the picture perfect backdrop for the new Spring flowers, flowing out onto the sidewalks and bridge walkway surrounding the little restaurant. Usually closing early on Memorial Day, allowed us the opportunity to enjoy the Town festivities, When our beloved Fred the Dog was alive and well, we would head down the street, Fred sporting his patriotic bandanna, patiently waiting to continue his stroll, as all the kids would run to him yelling, "it's Fred the Dog, please let me pet him. Poor Fred, so patient and understanding, his "fans" adored him! He knew this as well, enjoying the attention and admiration of all who, squeezed, hugged, kissed and tried to sit on him. When he'd had enough, he looking longingly backwards, our signal it was time to return to the peace and quiet of the Fred's News back porch. Perhaps a special treat might be waiting!
At the end of the parade route, the Town War Memorial, honoring all who have served their country. Singing of our National Anthem, usually a local citizen, speeches, laying of the wreaths and the always solemn twenty one gun salute, signaling the end of the planned memorial events, but an unofficial parade continued up the hill to the Firehouse. Usually an announcement was made inviting everyone, but the aroma of food cooking usually drifted down into the valley, hanging over the little village, making a verbal invitation unnecessary! Just follow your nose!
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