The Willamette Valley was formed a millennium ago by the Missoula Flood at the end of the ice age, when a large iceberg(s) broke loose in northwest Montana and came crashing down through Washington and Oregon. With it, the flood brought a lot of fertile soil into this valley making it rich farmland where at one time, almost, all of the hops grown for beer production were grown.
Now, I understand, that Washington State grows equally as many hops.
Up until the 1950s, families from Portland would come down and camp for weeks in the hop farmer's fields and hand pick the hops to make a little extra money......then, of course, someone invented a hop picking machine!
At one time hop growers were "king", to celebrate that heritage every year our little town has it's "Hop Festival". Organized and sponsored by the local fire department, it is their major fund raiser.
The point of this long story is.....when you live in a small town the parade comes to you and you can stand in your front yard, talk to the neighbors and wave a people you know in the parade. That's what is going on in my town today.
Sadly, the parade was half over before I remembered the camera so, my pictures are few but so typical of the small town parade..........
where a puppy in a wagon makes for a float.
Celebrants from a town close by come to promote their upcoming summer event!
What's a parade without music?
Any way, it is a fun little parade that has horses and rodeo queens, fire engines, police cars, vintage cars and tractors and ALWAYS the hop picking machines!
Now, we are off to the park for a sausage and beer and a visit with old friends.
Last night I drew this........it is the doorway to one of the oldest buildings, still standing, in our town. Back in the day, it was the drugstore. Sadly, it has been empty for many years.
|The photo I used for my water soluble pencil and ink drawing.|
I hope you are enjoying a sun filled summer's day in the park, or some where else you love!