On Saturday, when driving near the Minas Basin, we heard a siren. Very soon we could see a person stopping traffic with lots of cars parked beside the highway. Now we were driving on a main minor highway but two cars were stopped on the road in front of us. Ken suggested that we had been stopped for a parade. I scoffed. Surely they would not stop all traffic for a parade? The sirens were joined by other sirens and they kept the sirens running.
Walton was having their annual Field Day and the athletes and floats and fire trucks were on their way to the playing field which happened to be right across the street from us. We could see the procession across the river in town as it was winding their way along one street and down another to finally cross the bridge and drive into the park. And people were walking in the parade. It was all very small town North American. Ken was correct. It was a parade.
It seems in the Maritime Provinces, each summer, every town or city holds a Field Day. We saw signs every where we went. Certainly, the whole town of Walton was out to watch or participate in the parade. And they only held us up for twenty minutes!!
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