This isn't the oldest picture of me but it's an old one, probably the 1960's!
I am on the right in the foreground with a rifle on my shoulder. Yes, I was a member of the Ascots Drum and Bugle Corps. from Montrose, PA. The corps was sponsored by the fire department and we had two firemen that helped us organize. They showed us how to carry flags, march, twirl those wooden rifles, beat the drums, trump the trumpets and sound like we knew the songs.
We traveled all around the county, here and there to every parade all summer long. A few competitions were mixed in, where we did our best but always struggled to place.
I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. It was the best of times during the worst of times nationally. The Vietnam war was always in the background. A neighbor boy lost his life on the USS Thresher, a submarine that never returned from patrol.
Along with the assassinations of presidents and Martin Luther King, Jr., we had the Kent State Massacre. If these event are unknown to you, I would advise you to research them.
In the midst of all of this, drugs came on the scene at places like Woodstock in the Catskill Mountains. Acid rock was the 'far out' music and then we had the Beatles.
It was 'such a time as this' and I wouldn't have wanted to miss it.
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