Never underestimate the power to adapt

One thing that I hope continues after self-quarantine is over is birthday parades. Watching oodles of people parade down the street with balloons and stuffed animals and birthday signs all over their vehicles with a steady stream of honks and waves and strangers screaming ‘Happy Birthday’ just to put a smile on neighbours faces, to celebrate kids birthday’s who cannot have a party, to make loved ones smile, that is a true indication of the human spirit.

In a local town there’s actually a ‘Parade Group’ online. For people that have wanted birthday parades the past couple of months, if they posted on the local community webpage, not just the friends and family show up, but sometimes 20 or 30 extra cars of people show up with their cars decorated to the max. It’s just been a past time for some people to deck out their cars and take part in birthday parades. All you have to do is post the date, time and location of the parade and everyone shows up to make the parade that much longer and that much louder.

I love that.

29 thoughts on “Never underestimate the power to adapt”

  2. Hahaha! I agree, that is a nice community thing. I hate the sound of car horns though so that does make me wince, but my rational brain can see it’s a nice thing. I think!

    Like

    Reply

  3. Oh that is lovely. We don’t have anything like that in the UK. Every Thursday we clap for the carers and nhs.

    I think when this is over, it will be a new norm. But, in the UK I dont know how quickly people will revert back to their pre virus ways.

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

    1. Oh, they clap every night at 7 o clock pm around here. lol
      It’s kind of precious, actually. Sometimes the noise can be a struggle, but you also remember it’s just people saying thank you so you get used to it.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  6. Agree with ThoughtsNLife Blog that there’s nothing like this here in the UK, which is a shame. Once, maybe 15 years ago, in your part of Canada we were in a diner when a massive conga line of kids and adults burst through the door, dancing and singing between the tables before disappearing somewhere (presumably to eat burgers and birthday cake?) I’m guessing this was a similar thing, a happy small-town community celebration that brought people together and gave everyone a brief opportunity to forget their troubles and have some fun. At the time it seemed very odd to English eyes, but heart-warming too.

    Liked by 2 people

    Reply
  17. Pingback: The week gone by — May 24 – A Silly Place

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s