This morning I watched a little of the Rose Bowl Parade. It was raining. Twice I've witnessed the parade in person though I've only been at the Rose Bowl Game once. It didn't rain either time I was there.
The first time I attended was in 1961. That came at the end of my first year at USMC Camp Pendleton in southern California. Marjorie (Negstad) Dahl, my first cousin, lived with her husband, Jasper, and daughters, Carole and Betty, in Lakewood, CA. which is suburb of Long Beach. They took me to the Parade. Minnesota lost to Washington in the game. Arriving early we had seats curbside for the parade.(Travelling around the L.A. area with them in their Buick Roadmaster, I was the designated driver. Neither Jasper nor Marjorie liked the city driving. Marjorie sat next to me in the front street and navigated as well as a GPS.)
In 1970 we were visiting Rollie and Sherry, who lived in Glendale, CA., at New Years. Rollie went all out arranging our Festival Of Roses experience. It began with his youth group saving curb side seats for us on the parade route. Shortly before the Parade began we were driven near the route and took our seats. When the Parade ended we were driven to Pasadena for lunch at their friend's house. After lunch we were dropped off at the stadium for the game. USC beat Michigan. Following the game we were again picked up and driven to Rollie's house. Yes, we were treated like royalty!
Takk for alt,
Al
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