Saint Patrick's Parade—Cleveland O.
Before the parade starts, people chat and animals rest. A little girl gathers her courage to pat a recumbent wolfhound. Many dogs were in attendance: police and fireman brought the breeds you'd expect; the irish breeds were very well represented by many lean wolfhounds, a beastie that children could saddle and ride, an irish setter group were there too, airedales were scarce, and scarcer were kerry terriers; and for some reason, pugs were organised.
Parades really need horses. Draft horses were a plenty, pulling various wagons. Not is it often that a city, or suburban, child gets to make the equine acquaintance.
A few organisations made floats. One remembered that many of the peoples that had entered America, had entered through inspection at Ellis Island.
And groups had their causes. The sign, supra, was pointed towards the separated counties in Ireland, but the message of Paul the Sixth, "If you want peace — work for justice" applies universally; and many will not appreciate the full implications of that papal statement.
St. Patrick sought out and stood with the Casimiri. He had discerned in his panoramic survey polish colors, and had to pay respects, and exchange greetings.
Now, not everyone was thinking, they were to see a polish parish parading for Patrick. The exiled of St. Casimir came, and the crowds were pleased to see them. They, the Casimiri, carried the banner for all the displaced Catholics under lennonism. They made a point to stop, and turn 90 degrees, so to be seen squarely from the cathedral on E. 9th.
Now, the parade went west along Superior Avenue, until they made upon Public Square a right turn, and then another. In front of the Terminal Tower, there was a dense throng sprawled across, and between the monuments. There also was a large flag touring the fifty states, in connection, with the 9/11 remembrance. The flag was attached to a fire truck's extension ladder.
Before the parade starts, people chat and animals rest. A little girl gathers her courage to pat a recumbent wolfhound. Many dogs were in attendance: police and fireman brought the breeds you'd expect; the irish breeds were very well represented by many lean wolfhounds, a beastie that children could saddle and ride, an irish setter group were there too, airedales were scarce, and scarcer were kerry terriers; and for some reason, pugs were organised.
Parades really need horses. Draft horses were a plenty, pulling various wagons. Not is it often that a city, or suburban, child gets to make the equine acquaintance.
A few organisations made floats. One remembered that many of the peoples that had entered America, had entered through inspection at Ellis Island.
And groups had their causes. The sign, supra, was pointed towards the separated counties in Ireland, but the message of Paul the Sixth, "If you want peace — work for justice" applies universally; and many will not appreciate the full implications of that papal statement.
St. Patrick sought out and stood with the Casimiri. He had discerned in his panoramic survey polish colors, and had to pay respects, and exchange greetings.
Now, not everyone was thinking, they were to see a polish parish parading for Patrick. The exiled of St. Casimir came, and the crowds were pleased to see them. They, the Casimiri, carried the banner for all the displaced Catholics under lennonism. They made a point to stop, and turn 90 degrees, so to be seen squarely from the cathedral on E. 9th.
Now, the parade went west along Superior Avenue, until they made upon Public Square a right turn, and then another. In front of the Terminal Tower, there was a dense throng sprawled across, and between the monuments. There also was a large flag touring the fifty states, in connection, with the 9/11 remembrance. The flag was attached to a fire truck's extension ladder.
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