When we first moved to Glencoe, I wanted to be a part of the town’s 4th
of July parade. I did not know how since we had no social connection to
the town at that time. We were not part of any organization since
we worked in the city of Chicago and all our affiliations were with the
city. Aside from working at a Montessori school, my son Mark, 6, and I
spent considerable time commuting to and from the city which left us no time to
socialize in our new town.
Carlos, our second son was born in March of 1975. He was four months old
by the 4th of July. We
dressed him up in his all- white- terry -cloth sleeper with red, white and blue
trim on the sleeves and around the neck. We decorated his buggy with a
few streamers. Armed with a couple of milk bottles and some diapers, we
pushed our entry for the parade to the starting point. Carlos slept
through the whole time. Mark was proud pushing his baby brother in the buggy
and I was happy that we have made our entry into the new community. We
lined up with the last section where parents marched while their pre-schoolers
rode their tricycles.
At the end of the parade, we assembled where the floats lined up for
judging. Although we did not list ourselves as a float, people peeked at
the buggy passenger and smiled saying, “He is so precious.” Carlos slept
through the whole thing.
Three years later, I opened my own Montessori School and called it Glencoe
Montessori School. I opened its doors in May and thought that participating at
the parade would be a good marketing activity. I ordered school T-shirts
with the logo for children and adults. I invited friends from Chicago to
come with their children for a barbeque and then march at the parade.
Twenty families showed up.
My mother designed our float, my father put the different structures in place,
the rest of us did the detailed work of papering the float. On the top of our
Oldsmobile station wagon, we had a Raggedy Ann doll dressed as a teacher
sitting on a plastic chair facing two smaller dolls dressed in Glencoe
Montessori T-shirts also sitting on chairs.
The body of the car was draped with paper bird feathers with the two wings
along the sides and the head and front of the white bird on the hood. We
marched behind our float. Cheers from the crowd swelled as we
passed. We had our informal introduction to the community through the
parade and we considered our mission accomplished. After the parade, we saved
the “bird” for future need.
We continued the tradition of participating in the parade. The following
year, a parent lent us his blazer to be used as our float. Since the
theme was red, white, and blue, we simply decorated the blazer with streamers,
flags and bows of the tricolor. That was a relatively easy preparation.
After housing our school at a rented space in West School for two years, we
moved to North School. The theme for the parade was “your
neighborhood.” We thought our neighborhood was “honeybees and evergreen
trees” (phrase is part of a barbershop song) since there was an abundant growth
of evergreen trees and honeybees were around. At this point, the school
had purchased a van so we could take the children to the YMCA for swimming
lessons. We used the van for our float. Artificial Christmas trees were
clustered on the top and the body was decked up with green textured tissue
paper interspersed with yellows, oranges and reds to represent flowers.
Honeybees made from empty yellow egg cartons were scattered among the
flowers. The float looked sweet and lovely. We won honorable
mention or the most original – any way we won something.
At the next summer Olympics, the theme was “winning the gold.” I chose our
float theme to say “Win the ultimate gold medal, peace through
education.” The first part of the statement was spelled out with blue
cut-out letters on one side of the van, the second part on the other
side. The plan was to insert blue tissue paper into each hole of the chicken
wire as background for the white dove to fly above the sky. The dove will
be wearing a gold medal. As we feverishly tried to cover the big van with
tissue paper, I thought of retrieving our original dove from our first float.
Presto, that did it, it covered all the surface we intended to cover and the
dove of peace was in place above the sky. We won first prize with this
float.
In honor of Glencoe’s 150th anniversary as a
village, this historical milestone was chosen as the theme. I
thought our float would say, “Glencoe, a town for all seasons.” We built
four cardboard houses, one for each season, and painted each one to
correspond to the color of a season: white for winter, green for summer, orange
for fall and pink for spring. We also attached colored leaves and flowers to
correspond with each season. These four houses were placed on top of the
van. To streamline the process of covering the body of the van, we draped
chicken wire around the van and instead of inserting tissue paper, we inserted
twigs of oak trees with leaves which covers a big surface in less time.
The plan worked perfectly and the float really looked enchanting. We
drove the van to the starting point and parked at our designated spot.
When the parade started, our van would not start. The other participants
had to go ahead of us. When everyone had marched ahead of us, I made the
decision of pushing the van and we still can parade through the town. We
did and no one actually knew that the van was being pushed until they see the
back of the van with people pushing it. Since we had waved off our entry
to the parade earlier, they did not consider our participation as valid even
though we pushed the van through the parade route. Oh well, such is life.
All this frantic activity of building a float and marching at the parade ended
once I sold the school and moved to Miami. Now I am back watching the
parade from the sidelines. I see no floats, no contests for the best
float or the group with the biggest number of participants. I see people
walking with their dogs, children riding their tricycles, people riding their
convertibles, marchers bearing banners to identify their group – these are the
entries to the town parade.
I guess things change. Perhaps what kept the spirit alive was one man, Stan
Shuman, the self-appointed committee chair who solicited contributions to
support the patriotic days events and infused his enthusiasm into the
parade. Stan died a few years back and perhaps no one really had the same
degree of dedication to keep the spirit alive. Perhaps the crowd has
grown apathetic to the small town celebration. As I wandered through the
arts and crafts exhibits, I noticed that there were fewer vendors. There
was no free lemonade or ice cream or popcorn. There was no sound system to
announce the winners since there was no contest.
I took myself to Starbucks and had my chai tea soy latte grande while I read
the book published by the Glencoe Historical Society given out during the
parade. Near the front cover, I saw pictures of past 4th
of July celebrations. These were huge. I wonder whether we will see
again floats, neighborhood participations, large crowds lining up along the
sidewalk. In a small town such as Glencoe, anything can happen. Any
one person with a heart big enough to care to get this town moving as it did
before can awaken the spirit once more. The question is, “Who will be the
next Stan Shuman?”
Happy 4th of July to
everyone. Keep your spirits up and God bless America and the whole world.