Rose Parade Medley and Memories

Let’s take a visual journey through some memorable moments from the annual Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena. Who better to begin with than my fave, Shirley Temple? The year she was first Grand Marshal (1939), the parade was held on January 2. You can see her father in the float with her, somewhat obscured by the roses that surround him.



On January 2, 1964, former President Dwight D. Eisenhower and wife Mamie presided over the parade.



A closer look at the Grand Marshal car:



Walt Disney served as Grand Marshal on January 1, 1966 alongside Mickey Mouse:



Frank Sinatra was the Grand Marshal for the 1980 parade; here is the float that portrayed him with flowers:



Sinatra and wife Barbara Marx waving to onlookers along the Pasadena parade route:



Disney celebrated their 25th anniversary with this caravan which included Cinderella and her coach and a train that released balloons:



If the boxes and train look familiar, you might have remembered them from the Park back in 1980; a good use of economy!



The Firehouse Five Plus Two traveled down Colorado Boulevard in the parade that year atop a gigantic fire engine. Western Airlines was the sponsor of this particular float:



It does appear that legendary Disney animators Frank Thomas and Ward Kimball were performing that day:



A vintage September 1964 shot of the band playing at Disneyland’s Golden Horseshoe Saloon:



Of course, the most famous participant in the parade that year was…ME! Yes, I marched in the parade that day with my alto saxophone and the other members of the Conestoga Senior High School band.



I’m the saxophonist in the middle:



I stumbled upon a detailed account of the parade that day. Apparently we were the “114th unit” in the parade, having raised approximately $115,000 to pay for the trip that allowed our entire band (and chaperones!) to fly from Philadelphia to Los Angeles. We also had side trips to Knott’s Berry Farm, Disneyland, Magic Mountain, the Los Angeles Farmer’s Market on Fairfax, Universal Studios, and…Tijuana! While most of my memories of the trip are a bit hazy, I can still remember the thrill of that first turn onto Colorado Boulevard when we all knew that the TV cameras would be on us. From the online account:

Before dawn on the morning of December 26th the group left from the parking lot of Conestoga High School for the airport. Its six busses were escorted by vehicles from the Tredyffrin Township police and the Berwyn Fire Company, their red lights flashing and sirens sounding. For some of the members of the group it was to be their first airplane flight. To prepare for the five and a half mile long march on New Year's Day, in early December a two-hour practice at that distance was held on Devon State Road. And to be sure that the length of the march would have only a minimal effect on the quality of the music it was also decided to play just one tune, "March America", over and over during the entire parade route, Dr. Kiehner [our band director] noting that "it's not terribly high for the horns to play and they will be able to sound just as strong at the end of the parade as at the beginning". Everyone in the group survived the five and a half mile march -- "as fresh at the end as at the beginning", according to Kiehner. (While this may have been a slight exaggeration, for a finishing flourish the band played "March America" "one more time" after the parade route had been completed, before getting ready to go to the Rose Bowl game and then taking part in a "New Year's Eve Party" -- one day late -- that night!)

We did not play “March America” continuously; in between to give most of the band a rest, the percussion would play our peppy drill cadence. Just like your typical California traffic jam, we would often march and then have to stop, as the floats ahead tended to take more time than allotted. I remember our director being extremely proud that not one member had to drop out; although it was chilly when we started, the temperatures were much higher by the time we finished. Those uniforms were HOT!!! The thrill of being on camera evaporated quickly and the rest of the parade route became increasingly arduous as the sweat drenched our bodies. I do remember playing our “encore” and thinking “Get me outta’ here!” The game that day was between USC and Ohio State, with USC taking home the victory. And if you thought “Tijuana” was a typo, you would be incorrect.

Second in excitement only to the Rose Bowl Parade itself, however, was an "instant parade" the preceding Saturday in Tijuana, across the border in Mexico. Upon its arrival, the band lined up and marched down the main street, with cheering native boys and girls running along with it and following it to City Hall. There it gave an impromptu concert of football songs and other numbers, and was officially greeted and thanked by various public officials, including the alcalde or mayor, who presented the group with a key to the city. After a lunch of "the works in Mexican food" ("Do try everything," the ten-page outline had suggested, but added "no extra beverages -- they will ask you if you want them and you say NO!") everyone was free for three hours of sightseeing and shopping ("Keep your wallets and purses secure") before returning to the United States and dinner at McDonalds', five busses arriving all at once.

I had forgotten that we marched in Tijuana; I do remember buying a blanket there (your typical tourist trap purchase) and being excited that I was able to haggle the price down. Can you imagine allowing a group of high school students to run free for three hours in Tijuana? Nope…neither can I. On the trip back, our caravan of buses were to be inspected by a border agent. On my bus, there was a foreign exchange student from Switzerland who played trumpet. I remember Dr. Kiehner instructed him very carefully: “If you get asked, you are an American citizen!” The agent came down the aisle and all went just fine, with the student responding as he had been instructed. Next thing we knew the caravan proceeded back across the border safely (and quickly) into California. Yes, times have changed.

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