Days of ’47 Parade float. You can’t see the cheesiness unless you’re a bit closer200 E was part of the route for today’s Days of ’47 Parade, held annually on July 24 (unless that happens to be a Sunday, because the only thing that’s allowed to happen on the Sabbath is the church-goin’ and also the cooking of large meals) as part of the state’s Pioneer Day celebrations. Pioneer Day commemorates the day in 1847 when Brigham Young led the Mormon pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley and uttered his immortal line:
“This is the place?!”
So they have parades and a rodeo and general merriment of the teetotaler type. Mostly this involves many people camping out along the parade route the night before so they can see the whole thing, as if that’d be difficult—KSL-TV is a major parade sponsor and televises it up the wazoo, but then you don’t get to enjoy the fun of being there and smelling the cotton candy and hearing the bands’ uniforms rustle as they saw and tootle their way along the route.
We got to the Tavernacle at 23:30 and stayed until 01:30, and the crowds outside grew the entire time. Parents sat in lounge chairs or on blankets with their ice chests full of milk and cookies and probably a couple dozen cans of Coke, while bushels of children ran hither and yon, including into the roads, much to the chagrin of the police officers patrolling nearby.
There are two things Utahns do very well:
- Ignore their kids’ godawful irritating behaviour
Tonight there will be fireworks displays by various government entities, as well as the endless pops and whistles and screams of incendiaries in the neighborhoods around the state. So sensible to have to big fireworks-centric holidays in July, when the fire danger is sky-high. In fact, fireworks are prohibited above 11th Ave in my district and anywhere near the bone-dry foothills in other parts of the valley, but that prohibition will likely be unenforced as it was on Independence Day—there were more fireworks being set off north of my house than south of it, for crying out loud. Thank God nothing went up in flames.
I’m not the least bit cynical about this state’s holidays.
No way. Not remotely.