Hobo Days

You know how cities have random celebrations; Renaissance Festival, Country Thunder, County Fairs? Britt, Iowa, my parent's hometown is a teeny, tiny town in Northern Iowa that actually celebrates hobo's. This is the point where originality crosses the fence to absurdity, I know. Hobo Days is actually a long time tradition in the area and besides the exceptional friendliness towards hobos, is most like any other small town festival.

We do not make it out to many parades, so it was a novel experience for the kids. Especially MY kids, who are candy-deprived, where the most they have ever had in their possession was from trick or treating less than 20 houses. They ended up with over a gallon of candy, mostly tootsie rolls since the bigger kids grabbed the bigger stuff. This parade was an hour long, and every other float threw a couple fistfuls of candy.

The kids got the wave down pat

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Even Roxwell learned real fast.

Collecting their loot

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This is what happens when they actually throw candy AT you...stinking hobos.

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At the end of the morning when we were heading back to our car (because that is all we could stand of the blasted humidity) I told my mom that I hadn't gotten a picture of a hobo. She looked around where we were and turned to a man with a long beard and asked "Are you a hobo?" I was mortified. Luckily he was and he graciously posed with the kids. So here is "Jump Off John" and all hobo pride. Notice how Brik kept a stroller's distance, that was on purpose.