Our small town comes really alive one weekend a year -- Blossom Festival. The Festival was started 75 years ago to celebrate the blooming of the fruit trees in the many orchards around the area. We had a late freeze a couple of weeks ago, so the blossoms were fairly scarce; but this is my cherry tree blossoming like crazy. Guess it didn't get the memo about the freeze! The lack of blossoms in town didn't keep the citizens from celebrating. A lot of families have their family reunions on this weekend to attend the parade, the craft shows, rodeo, carnival, 5-K run, art shows, etc. etc.
Over the years, it has become quite the attraction for the high school and middle school bands in the state of Colorado to come on this weekend for music competitions. There are two days of concert and jazz band judging, then on Saturday there is a 3-hour parade down main street -- lots of marching bands, a queen and court, floats, politicians, restored antique cars and tractors, and school kids. I forgot my camera, so the only picture I have is this one that my friend, Lynne, took of my grandson, Wyatt. He is the one carrying the trophy, as his elementary school won first place for their float. It carries a nice monetary prize, too, so they were really excited.
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Back in the 1950s, I attended the girl's boarding school that was located here in town. Blossom Weekend was a big thing as we were allowed to go to town (under the Nun's supervision, of course) to participate. I loved going to school here since I didn't have any siblings. I immediately had a whole bunch of sisters. We arrived as Freshman in high school as 12-13 year olds, and became teenagers together. We have remained close, and celebrate periodic reunions. Four of my classmates were here for the weekend; and we ate, laughed, and enjoyed the weekend activities together. On Sunday after church, I had them over for brunch and more reminiscing. (60 years ago while attending the boarding school, I never thought Bob and I would move here 32 years ago to raise our kids.)
I intended to eat on our porch, but it turned cold, so we ate inside.
I made three kinds of mini-quiche; meat sandwiches with toppings, fruit, coffee cake, Madeleines, etc.
My granddaughter, Caitlin, popped in to regale us with stories about how much fun her teenage group had at the carnival on Saturday night. After my classmates had left, she said that we sounded just like her friends - I don't think she had ever thought of her Grammy as a teenager!!
And, here we are -- combined we have a bunch of grandchildren to talk about.
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