A village house on Main Street all decked out for the celebrations.
The village I live in has an annual summer event called Steeves Days. It's named after a large German family who settled in the area after the Acadians were booted out by the British. "Steeves" is an anglicized version of "Steiff" as in those wonderful stuffed bears. Not to insinuate that German people resemble stuffed bears! The week-long event is kicked off by a modest parade down Main Street--modest being the key word here. As I am not of German descent and do not attend any of the several Baptist churches in the area, I am not much part of the community in which I live, in spite of the fact that we have been here for 16years. As a consequence, I am usually not in the loop of the goings-on of village life. It happened again this morning, as I was languorously sipping my second cup of Italian roast organic coffee and nibbling at a piece of strawberry shortcake for breakfast, I heard what I first thought was the sound of an extremely large and aggressive band of mosquitoes that had followed us home from Harvey Hall (see post below). I quickly divined, however, that it was more likely a hired gang of bag-pipers who were leading the Steeves Day Parade down the main drag. It was the perfect opportunity for me to rush out and get some pictures to post on my blog to illustrate the charms of village life but by the time I'd hot-footed it the 2 blocks to the parade, it was all but over and starting to rain.
As I proposed this idea last week, to post a tune on Saturdays, here's this week's offering. I thought I'd keep with the bent banjo theme. Harry Manx is a recent favourite of mine: