There was a little girl...who had a little curl...right in
the middle of Main Street
As a child....
It was a brilliant summer day in 1957 and anticipation was finally unfolding
into participation in the Auburn Days parade. It had been a week since the
new red denim jeans with the silver studs down the sides appeared from
Grandma Cora. The crimson cowgirl hat sat askew; slung back on her head. A
freshly starched white button down blouse crinkled under the bright red
bandana tie that encircled an energized little girl's neck. Ringlets bounced
on her shoulders as she skipped and twirled around the room. It was so hard
to hold still... after all.... it was parade day!
Auburn Garden Club had chosen her as their tiny ambassador riding a
miniature John Deere tractor, pulling a small trailer, sporting a jumbo size
floral arrangement of gladiolas. Main Street is a long haul to pedal for a
five year old no matter how wonderful the flower’s perfume. But with a
little help at the end of the trail from a local jeweler, Jim Weese, the
finish line was easier to cross. Jim and local Auburn Chamber of Commerce
manager, Gene Kasper awarded the littlest cowgirl first prize of $5. It was
that day that the youngest of six children finally had an opportunity to
treat them to ice cream with money she earned herself. She did love her
family and they loved ice cream! (Coincidently Jim and Gene were on the
committee with her that resurrected the festival years later.)
As a teenager...
In the spring of 1970, as the end of her Auburn school days approached,
there was another parade. It was homecoming. She was driving royalty up Main
Street in a Datsun convertible. This time at least her ride was gas powered.
This parade memory has its own set of stories but some things are better
left for class reunion “chatterings”.
Once again, around 1978, the Auburn Days annual parade was in the works and
the cowgirl was now a mom in charge of a collection of kids, including two
of her own. They were eager to trundle up Main Street in an emerald green
John Deere mini-tractor representing Auburn Family Co-op Preschool. This
time the pedal power was her daughter, Aimee; dressed in a fringed red
cowgirl skirt, vest and a big floppy white hat. The trailer was carrying her
little denim wearing brother, Noah. He wasn't too sure that he wasn't in
imminent danger and wiggled in panic. Somehow the rag tag group giggled,
wiggled and waddled to the end of the route. A memory was made for a new
modified "grown up"...
You may have seen the same little red denim girl, “slightly” older now,
riding a little John Deere tractor in the parade, pulling a miniature
trailer, sporting a jumbo size floral arrangement, being assisted by friends
pushing her along with toilet plungers. You may have seen her in a
spinning, honking "Dottie the Clown Car" in a dress and pinafore that
matched Dottie's large rainbow dots. You may have seen her riding in a honey
bucket called Event "Head" quarters or marching in the Plungerette Drill
Team. You may have seen her children in the parade, dressed as a Calvary
soldier, a Smith Brothers cow or in a "saloon girl get-up". You may see her
grandchildren riding their even newer “dually” tractor some day. You may
have seen a “not so grown up” girl riding in a custom built, nine foot tall
potty chair. You have seen her on the sidelines, cheering on the people in
the Auburn Good Ol' Days Grand Parade procession with pride in her community
and respect for the spirit that keeps it strong.
11 and 12, 2012
It will soon be
another brilliant summer day in 2012 when the rightful name of Auburn Days
returns to roost once again. The route remains the same but the roads
traveled have been unique. The distance is equal but the time is
immeasurable. From that day in 1957 when Gene Kasper gave the little cowgirl
her $5 prize to the day he asked her to be the festival director; it has
been a journey of friendships, wonder, willpower and warmth.
It is with great heart that I serve you, Auburn. It is with humble pride
that I will once again ride with “limited dignity” in my freshly painted,
lemon yellow, nine foot tall potty chair in the Auburn Days parade. Please
join me as there is always room for one more whack-a-doodle on board.
"Let's get this Potty started!"
A Day I Remember in Auburn
WOW! What an
introduction I had to living in Auburn.
Allow me to start at
While living in South
Seattle, I was managing the Marine
View Trailer Park. My husband,
Vern, and I save the money I earned from that job and purchased two and a
half acres in Auburn. We wanted to raise our then six year old daughter,
Desiree, and soon to be born baby on a mini-farm.
We built a chicken
house as protection for our pregnant Shetland mare before moving out here. I
gave notice to the owner of the trailer park that I wanted to move before
the baby was born and the due date October 24th, 1963. I told him
he would need to get someone else to manage the park as we’d like to move
October 1st. October 24th came and went and were not
moved yet as the owner ignored my request to look for another manager; even
though I kept reminding him throughout the month.
Vern walked our Shetland pony out to our acreage, down the uncompleted I-5
from south 200th to 304th Avenue South. The next day
she gave birth to a darling little colt.
The end of October I
told the owner were moving November 1st, whether he had a new
manager or not and that I’d leave the keys in the recreation hall. We were
hooked up to our trailer and moving out when he drove up in his car. I never
did find out what he did for a manager for the park.
Vern got the trailer
set up enough that I could start getting things settled while he was at
work. At two o’clock in the morning I went into labor and the next day I
delivered a darling, wrinkle free, pink baby girl, Sirena Sue Warner, ten
My introduction to living in Auburn and a
wonderful day to remember.