The Fourth Annual Hebron Fest.
Amy, Steph, Matt, and I were walking over to Main Street to watch the parade. I had a beverage in one hand (which I was trying to finish), the camera in my other (turned off), when I heard the sound of planes overhead.
I just barely caught them as they flew over. I didn't even realize there were four of them until I saw the picture. Anyway, it's officially started.
From Hebron Fest
Amy, Vonnie, Holly, Alex, Leah, Mark, Steph, and Matt waiting. Doesn't look like much of a parade yet. It's hot and humid by the way.
Amy watches the beginning of the parade.
My Aunt Ethel is the Grand Marshall. You can hardly see her - just her hat. Ninety three I believe. She lives two houses over from me and still gets around mostly by herself.
The Jesse White Tumblers doing their thing. I only caught them moving the mats. They are well known in this area (from Chicago) and perform at many sporting events. Urban, Rural. Rural, Urban.
I noticed this looking at the pictures: where did all the people suddenly come from? It was only minutes later.
trains, (parts of Planes, Trains and Automobiles were filmed about 15 miles away)
and more tractors. All Sunday afternoon was tractor and truck pulls.
I didn't ask, so no names. Think Meadowlands.
My niece, Leah, helped paint this mural. The basketball our water tower. We won state back in the 50's. Hebron High School is still the smallest in Illinois to win a state basketball tournament before they went to different size classes.
Markie works for radio station sponsoring the concert. Iron Butterfly and Canned Heat. I hear it's "going up in the country".