Salem Days is a tradition. Every year we anticipate what kind of corny play the community is going to put on and hope that there is enough small town silliness to keep us laughing. It's usually a really long night while we anxiously await the famous fireworks show. This year Salem did a different twist. Instead of a play, we listened to 11 different bands/performers/singers. About 30% of them were pretty dang good, but the rest were a little bit painful. But that's what keeps us going back. The great unknown and the fireworks. Actually, the auction before the performances is always a good time, too. Marty said next year we're getting in on the bidding. So welcome to Salem, Marty. It's not official until you've attended Salem Days in all its glory. We missed the parade and the booths because we had to go to the Anderson family reunion earlier that day (we're trying not to be too sore about that still). We love you Andersons! Anyway, here are some cute pictures of my nieces and the Adairs having a good time.
Darling Aria with grandma
Ava with her favorite new buddy
I just loved this look
3 comments:
Good Times! Thanks for entertaining our girlos all day long. :)
Yep, it was great! I want copies of the pictures you took... :)
If I were to compile a list of things I miss about Utah, Salem Days would definitely be in the top three. One day I'll come back for it. Miss you guys!
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