This Thursday marks the beginning of a summer tradition in my hometown: Old Fashioned Days. However, this year happens to be a very special one: not only is it the 50th anniversary of the festival, but also happens to be the last.
Old Fashioned Days has always been a final summer celebration in my town. It is one event that (whether you like it or not) brings the entire community together for a weekend.
My family has seen OFD at its best and worst. Some years were certainly more enjoyable than others, but no amount of disappointment has prevented us from returning every August.
Sure, it is usually the same old carnival food, parade, bands and games every year, but I think what keeps people coming back are the memories they have made because of those things.
The Parade
I certainly don’t remember being there, but we have photographic evidence of me at less than 6 months, albeit asleep, in a stroller at the parade for the first time. I guess it’s no surprise then that even at the age of 19, it is still something I hate to miss.
The parade is the official kick-off for Old Fashioned Days. On Thursday evening, everyone in town (or so it seems) crowds around the Main Street area to catch a glimpse of the floats, baton twirlers, marching band, antique cars, and annoying politicians as they head down the road.
Here I am at two years old snacking on my favorite food, popcorn, and anticipating the parade’s arrival:
Years later I became involved in a baton twirling group called the Hightoppers and went from being a spectator of the parade to a participant.
As much as I love performing, it loses its appeal quickly when the temperature climbs up into the 90’s. The day pictured above was so hot that our coach had to keep spraying us with water while we were marching, trying to prevent girls from passing out.
After a while, my parents and I decided baton was too much of a commitment, as it was often a hassle getting to all of the parades.
The following year, it was more enjoyable when the parade rolled around and I was able to sit down and appreciate it like everyone else.
I will say that I did gain respect for any individual who chooses to march on a road in ridiculously hot and humid temperatures with the sun beating down on them. It isn’t an easy task.
The Festivities
Along with the parade, there are three more days filled with various games, contests, and entertainment. Saturdays tend to attract families because that is when most of the contests take place, and it is particularly great for kids.
One of those activities includes a Frog Jumping Contest, which I had never even come closed to winning. I either did not have the gift of “frog-whispering” or was always stuck with some rather stubborn amphibians.
Despite that, at the age of three my picture somehow managed to make its way into our local paper, stating that I had snagged a prize.
I did not, but enjoyed the momentary fame nonetheless.
My favorite event of OFD has always been the Children’s Pet Parade. Kids gather in the village square with their animal friends for quite an adorable contest. Most of the pets usually have costumes and often match their enthusiastic owners, but there are other categories such as best trick, smallest pet, and most unusual pet, to name a few.
I entered for the first time with my cat Binx in 1998. At only two years old, he took home the prize for Largest Cat.
I decided to enter in the costume contest again in 2004 with Frodo, my guinea pig. We didn’t win, but it was still fun to participate.
In my opinion, Saturdays during Old Fashioned Days are by far the most entertaining. There is a watermelon eating contest, greased pole climbing contest, horseshoes, games, and more to keep the family occupied.
Even with the busy schedule of events, nothing beats indulging in the greasy food and “people watching” on the steps of the fine arts building. We may have to race to claim our spot, but it is so worth it. It’s a tradition of our own, and we laugh about it every year.
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While there are many aspects of Old Fashioned Days I would love to see improved, it still saddens me to think that after this year it won’t be around for future generations. It is the one thing remaining in this town for people to look forward to every summer, and I can guarantee that its absence will not go unnoticed.