Of the four years that we've lived in our little town, this was the first year that we were actually in town to celebrate Memorial Day. It was a page out of the typical small-town Memorial Day celebration that captures the imagination. I was charmed by the whole weekend, and I hope to be in town every Memorial Day after this.
Sunday evening was a concert in the bandshell. It was a throw-back to the music and dance of the 1920's, complete with phrases like "bee's knees, cat's pajamas, and hotsy totsy".

Chloe loved the concert. She made her way through our bag of popcorn in record time, giving away sweaty handfuls of popcorn to all the people sitting close by.

The next day, Memorial Day, shone bright and clear. The parade was the highlight of the morning. The lady on the right of me in this picture did not stop talking the entire time. I finally switched seats with Paul because I couldn't take it any longer!

I love this picture because of the beautiful sky and the red balloon in the foreground. Our church handed out these balloons, which have these words printed on them "Lest We Forget".

Here are some parade participants - the dog dressed as a butterfly...

...the old jalopy...

... the (very loud) racecar...

...the float from the college football hall of fame.

Driving home we passed this site, which speaks for itself.

Once home, we brought out the pool for the first time this summer. Chloe was waiting with great anticipation.

Filling up the pool.

My handsome husband soaking in the rays.

I had to take this picture - Chloe ended up getting wetter than she liked - especially in the freezing water!

This is Paul doing a cannonball into the pool. If you look closely on the side of the pool, you will see a picture with the words "No Jumping". Hmmm...

Noah and Olivia's friend Carmen was over too. I love this picture of childhood fun - not a care in the world, going through life with a good friend and a bag of Doritos.
