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SCOTTISH TWELFTH MEMORIES
I REMEMBER being seven or eight years old and standing at
the side of the road outside my Granny's house in Cessnock (an area of
When I heard the parade first approach I didnít know what
to expect. The streets were lined with people all anticipating what was to come.
I can vividly remember the feeling of wonder and excitement as I heard the bang
of the bass drums in the distance. You could feel the earth tremble
beneath your feet! And then I heard the flutes.
As I stood at the side of the road for what seemed like an
eternity, waiting on the parade reaching us, I wondered why people were coming
out of their houses, shops etc to line the streets. They obviously knew what was
coming, at that time I never.
Then all of a sudden the traffic stopped. It seemed like a
ghost town for a few minutes and then I saw the banners and flags, coming along
I remember every band that passed, the Ďstick mení at
the front spinning their sticks all around their bodies and then firing it up
into the air. They were superb. The
bands wore different uniforms, played different tunes and every lodge that
passed waved to the crowded streets and made us feel part of the parade. We were
part of the parade!
After that I decided to join the Orange Order. I joined the
Juniors and Juveniles and then progressed into the Adult Lodge.
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