Remember back to a long time ago, when things were simpler, and little things meant a lot? That’s sort of what this post is about. I had forgotten what an impact small, home-town entertainment can make and the lasting impressions that can be imprinted on our memories. This past Saturday, on December 13, the annual Cashiers Christmas Parade was held. The day was sunny and bright – cool, but not cold – and there absolutely was a feeling of Christmas in the air!
It takes a village, as they say, and this village really came to life, as the Rosman Marching Band musically blasted out their entire Christmas repertoire. Each member sported the perfunctory red Santa hat, but all took their jobs very seriously. As they marched by, I thought, “Wow! Girl drummers rule!” Add to these festivities colorfully clothed elves, Santas, animals and clever floats and you have all the right elements for a gay old time! This is a perfect time for the volunteer fire department to show off their shiny red vehicles, whether an antique wonder or the fabulous ladder 6 firetruck, complete with Santa and Mrs. Claus perched precariously atop!
Each vehicle that came by had a smiling face or two, bright with the excitement of the event, and waving to us happy on-lookers. The little ones watched carefully as sweets were tossed their way, so they didn’t miss any goodies. I don’t guess I ever saw so many well-behaved dogs and horses, all dressed up in their holiday finery (as if they really wanted to wear that stuff in the first place). I had as much fun as the “paraders”, calling out to those I knew and taking pictures to commemorate the day.
The wonders of it all, are the countless effort and organizational skill necessary to pull it all off. After all, the town has to come to a complete stop, since the parade marches down 107 South to the Crossroads (where the float entries are judged), then on west down Highway 64. The parade then concludes at the community center, where all the parade participants beg rides, laugh at something silly somebody did and in general yuk it up! Hot Chocolate and cookies were offered by one of the charities that had set up in the community center, so all the participants and anyone else could come chat and rest a while before getting on with the business of Saturday afternoon chores.
As I drove along 107 South later Saturday afternoon, I marveled that all the usual storefronts, patrons and activities were back to their normal states. The only occasional evidence remaining of the 2014 Cashiers Christmas Parade on the road were traces of horse poo, and a very sad piece of glittering blue garland. But, oh, it was a grand old time! I loved it and I love the fact that our little village does have some winter “culture”. In fact, we have more than a little winter culture; we have a lot! It’s very easy to feel rich in this mountain community. Come on up! I’ll show you around!