Porch Sitting and Clog Dancing
August 31st, 2012
One thing I love about our new sitz im leben is that we live on Main Street. It just sounds small-town, doesn’t it? Main Street is actually a state highway and there’s a little more traffic than I’d prefer, but we have spent many happy hours sitting on our front porch, watching the world go by. In Pittsburgh, we lived in the last house on a dead end street with zero traffic. None. Except people who didn’t believe the “dead end” sign and turned around in our driveway.
My kids love the hustle and bustle. They wave to cars and comment on motorcycles and get really excited about big pieces of farm equipment lumbering down the road. We chat with kids walking home from school, admire bikers in their helmets and gear, and try to guess what kind of vehicle is coming over the hill by the sound it makes. (If in doubt, a pickup truck is always a good bet!)
Tonight, a parade went by.
Yup, a parade. It’s Fall Festival time in SmallTownUSA – a three day bonanza of small town goodness replete with beauty pageants, a car show, cotton candy, rib-eye sandwiches, face painting, and country music. It kicked off with a parade this evening that – naturally – went right down Main Street. We sat on a neighbor’s lawn for best viewing and munched on fried pickles and hotdogs, then wandered “downtown” in search of adventure.
We found the Wildcat Cloggers, dancing in the street. Why search further? We’ve found paradise. The kids went nuts, especially Miss Mouse. She danced and sashayed and bounced with joy (pausing to race to my side for periodic slurps on an Italian ice). It was too cute not to capture on video…