Raincoats and Tiaras: A River Falls Homecoming

As a small town, River Falls has a number of festivals, parades, and other events that provide continuity with the past and a sense of community for the present. In mid-October each year, they hold the homecoming weekend for the University of Wisconsin at River Falls and it is a region-wide affair.  Homecoming parades used to be a staple for, not just small-towns, but for every suburb and big-city neighborhood in America.  We were happy to see that River Falls continues this tradition even as it has disappeared in many other communities.

We had the grandkids for the weekend while Ben and Amber were out of town for a wedding. Homecoming weekend provided all of the entertainment we would need. On Friday night, the college showed the recent live-action re-make of the 1992 Disney cartoon, Aladdin. They also invited anyone in town to attend for free. We thought this would be perfect for both Abigail, age 9, and Lucas, age 6. The film was good, although less engaging than the original with Robin Williams as the genie, and the kids had a ball. I doubt that Lucas got all of the jokes, but he laughed whenever the audience did and added his own distinctive, infectious giggle when something tickled him. The students who hosted the event and handed out free popcorn were friendly, helpful, and welcoming. So far, I have seen none of the Town-versus-Gown tension that exists in many college towns. It may well occur, but it appears that the students and townspeople here seem to mix and mingle in an easy manner without conflict. Many of our favorite waitresses and bartenders have been students from UWRF, and we have found them in variably to be bright, outgoing, and helpful.

On Saturday morning, the kids were enticed to cease watching Garfield cartoons for a while by the promise of candy being tossed to the crowd by marchers in the parade. They brought plastic pumpkin containers with which to carry their anticipated bounty. The morning was cool (45-50 degrees) with light rain falling, but a two-block stretch of Main Street was already filled twenty minutes before the parade. Main Street in the downtown area is a wide thoroughfare with one lane in each direction and a median in the middle with benches, trees, and bike racks. Parallel parking is available for free on each side of the street, as well as on each side of the median.  The street was blocked off for the parade. Unable to find a good spot to stand along the storefronts, we picked a location across the street on the median. As it turned out, this was a fortuitous decision, as Abigail and Lucas were the only children in the immediate area.

While waiting for the parade to begin, I noticed something else about River Falls: little kids don’t mind the cold. Adults talk about the weather all the time and speculate about the coming winter. Kids like Abigail and Lucas, however, love the snow and the cold. On Christmas vacation two years ago, the temperature was below zero, and the kids had a house full of new toys. All they wanted to do, though, was go outside and play. In the summer, Amber has to force them to go out, and she sets a timer for 30 minutes, encouraging them to do something—anything—that will get them out of the house for a while. So, as the adults shivered under umbrellas and waited for the parade, a bunch of kids were in the middle of the street dancing and playing in the puddles of water. It was heartening to see children in spontaneous play without toys or electronic devices.

Finally, we heard some commotion: the parade was beginning. A Scottish bagpipe unit came first. A relative of mine—one I don’t recall ever meeting—won a bagpipe scholarship to Maclester College in nearby St. Paul, so perhaps there were a lot of Scots who settled in the area along with all of the Scandinavians and Germans. The pipers were followed by the middle-school marching band. This band was impressively large for such a small town. After that, we saw a group of middle-aged men (or older) riding in tiny go-carts with fezzes carefully protected by specially made plastic coverings. These, I knew, were Shriners. They drove their undersized vehicles in figure eights and other interlocking formations for a few minutes before moving on. Then came . . . another Shriners group from another town nearby. Then another. And another.  They came on miniature motorcycles, small cars, and other minute modes of transportation. They came on Harleys and firetrucks. There must have been 8 or 10 groups of Shriners from Wisconsin and Minnesota. I know that the Shriners are a fraternal group that raises money for Children’s hospitals and burn units. Aside from that, the clubs seem to be an excuse for middle-aged men (or older) to re-live their childhoods by riding around on cars and bikes better suited to young kids. And, somehow, I’ll bet beer is involved. That all sounds fine to me, and the show was entertaining, but our grandkids were growing impatient and wondering when the candy would arrive.

Finally, the girls’ soccer team from UWRF came down the street. Some were crammed into a pick-up truck, but others walked alongside or behind the truck tossing candy to the kids. This was the moment for which Lucas and Abigail had been waiting. After the soccer team came the volleyball girls and the track and cross-country team and the golf team. Every squad except the football team (which was probably getting ready for the game) was represented. There were cheerleaders and dance squads as well. And each group brought candy and plenty of it. About then, we noticed that Abigail and Lucas were the only kids in our area. The college kids invariably spotted them, came over, and put a handful of candy in their plastic pumpkins. It didn’t hurt that Lucas’s luminous yellow sweatshirt shone like a beacon of light on the gloomy day. Several people mentioned the brightness of his shirt.

The sports teams were followed by some monstrous, J. I. Case tractors representing various agricultural groups. These things had to be 10 feet high with double wheels all around. Truly impressive. Finally, the homecoming court arrived, but it wasn’t what we expected. I guess we thought it would be girls all dolled up, with beautiful gowns and half-a-pound of make-up. Instead, the girls wore practical, jeans-and-sweater outfits, sometimes covered by a clear raincoat. Make-up, which would run in the rain, was also absent, and, indeed, unnecessary on girls that young. The homecoming queen was easy to pick out because of the tiara on her head. The choice of clothing pointed out another difference that we have noticed between River Falls and Nashville. These people dress pragmatically, for the weather, rather than trying to impress anyone with their ensemble. After the college court, the homecoming queens and courts from several other local high schools followed. My guess is that many of the schools are from towns too small to have a parade of their own, so they consolidate them into the one at River Falls. The common link was that they all dressed in that same, unpretentious way, with raincoats and tiaras.

As we walked back to our car after the parade, the kids struggled to carry their bulging pumpkins and noted that they had hauled in more candy than they had all night last Halloween.  Kathleen and I anticipated a sugar-high that would have them bouncing off of the walls at mid-night. As we got in the car, Abigail, who generally, at best, grudgingly tolerates her younger brother, said, “Next year, Lucas, you have to make sure you wear that sweatshirt again!”