Saturday was our town’s yearly celebration of Black Kettle Day. It’s named after the creek that runs through town, which is named after an Indian Chief of the area when the town was settled over a hundred years ago. They have a parade down the main street and then festivities at Black Kettle Park, such as a dog show and a car show. They also have plane rides at the airport and food vendors in several different locations. It’s not a large parade and this year was pretty small. In fact, I didn’t know this was the weekend for it until Wednesday – not very well promoted this year. But I took my mom and dad to the parade, where we met my sister and her son and family. We sat in the shade and watched the participants pass by. Most of the spectators were on the same side of the street we were because of the shade, it was a warm day.
The flag… The high school band …
A bicycle built for six and a passenger. (This took lots of practice)…
