tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528525404661911466.post6136743726244783133..comments2023-09-13T10:28:07.116+01:00Comments on A Spy in Another Country: Dress ParadeLorraine Sealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01497806391999639680noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528525404661911466.post-1361109903517232172010-07-29T14:17:41.751+01:002010-07-29T14:17:41.751+01:00Thanks for the poignant recollection, Christina. I...Thanks for the poignant recollection, Christina. It would be frightening for a child.Lorraine Sealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01497806391999639680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528525404661911466.post-78564924577837923182010-07-24T21:40:31.078+01:002010-07-24T21:40:31.078+01:00Your description of the parade in Bavaria brings u...Your description of the parade in Bavaria brings up childhood memories. I grew up in a village outside of Innsbruck (Tyrol). On Corpus Christi day everyone would be out on the streets for the annual procession. The priest and the altar servers in their long gowns walked up front, men carried exquisitely dressed statues of Mary and other saints on their shoulders. The village band played holy tunes, the faithful recited their prayers.<br /><br />The men with rifles scared me. I could not understand why one man - the commander - was always yelling, and the bang of the salutes, fired into the air every hundred meters or so, hurt my ears. I remember standing at the road side crying, confused.Christina Schweighoferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14846539519294733665noreply@blogger.com