Another year, another parade day. Sunday marked 74 years the Greek Independence Day Parade event in New York City on 5th Avenue. You might like to click on the links for info and past posts about the parade.
As a kid attending Greek Afternoon School, we were required to march with our classmates. If you did not march, you received a zero grade for participation. As an adult I can’t miss it. I’ve marched as a teen, with my kids in a stroller as a young mom, with their Greek school class, and later as members of the dance group.
It was a cold, damp day this year and the costume that my sister and I get to wear almost every year is heavy with layers and warm. This dress of the Greek nomads, the Sarakatsani, is one of my favorites and very different from what people imagine is Greek.
The tumult of dressing at the dance studio..
Lining up on 64th Street and 5th Avenue..
The Evzones from Athens, Greece
A friend and fellow dance member, who sat it out this year, took this photo of me and the others in the group. The dancer near me was playing an oboe-type instrument called a “zurna” and we semi-danced as we walked the parade route. People are surprised by it as we pass and get excited, wave, yell. We get a kick out of it.
Okay, that’s over, now it’s time to get back to work.
