On a cold, rainy Monday, Chelsea held its Veterans Day ceremony at Veterans Park.
A local third-grade class made the walk to the park to be a part of the ceremony.
A number of local veterans were there, too.
Reverend Jerold Beaumont spoke to the crowd.
After Reverend Beaumont’s speech, the third-graders sang.
After the song, the kids gave thank you cards to the veterans in attendance.
The ceremony ended with Taps.
As promised (a week late), here are the photos of the homecoming festivities around the Chelsea/Adrian football game. It started with a parade:
After the parade, we all ended up at the football field because…well, you know. Football and stuff.
Sometimes people take my picture. This is Jason, whose plan to take my picture was disrupted by my taking a picture of him as he was taking a picture of me.
It’s like the photography equivalent of mutual assured destruction, I guess. (Except we actually took the pictures and nothing was destroyed.)
Jason wandered in front of my camera during the halftime show, so…
At the end of halftime, the homecoming queen was crowned.
(If you missed the football photos from this evening, you can find them here.)
The Chelsea fair parade was on Saturday, the last day of the fair. For as long as I can remember I’ve sat with my family and watched the parade go by, but this year…well, this year was just a little bit different. Okay, it was a LOT bit different. Because I was named the citizen of the year, I was invited to ride in the parade. How crazy is that?! THAT’S SO CRAZY.
I planned to take two things with me in the parade:
1: Candy, because anyone who grew up in Chelsea knows candy is an important part of this complete parade, and
2: My cameras, because I had one particular photograph in mind — I’ll let you know which one — and because…well, because that’s why I got to be in the parade in the first place.
(I ended up having my nephew Clayton ride with me, and that turned out to be wise because throwing candy in the Chelsea fair parade is a full-time occupation.)
The helpful people at the Chelsea Chamber of Commerce had called me to let me know where I needed to be and when I needed to be there. I wrote down the details:
At the appointed time, we arrived at the designated spot on East Street to find a lovely red Mustang waiting. (Varsity Ford was kind enough to provide a car and a driver — thank you, Varsity!) Here’s the car:
And here’s the sign on the side so people would know why that random guy was smiling and waving in the parade:
I also discovered my friends the Van Hoeks had made a fun sign for me:
As we were waiting for the parade to begin, Howdy Holmes — the man in charge of the company responsible for Jiffy Mixes — stopped by to say hi. When I mentioned that I was just a tiny bit sad not to be watching the parade because it meant I wouldn’t get a box of Jiffy, he walked to the Jiffy truck waiting on the next block and came back with not one but THREE boxes of Jiffy Mixes!
I know it’s easy to buy Jiffy at the grocery store, but I’ve always enjoyed getting the box from the fair parade. Having Howdy hand-deliver three boxes? It doesn’t get any better than that. Thanks, Howdy!
You may have noticed the odd symbols on my shirt. Those are old shorthand symbols from my grandmother’s Munson Shorthand Dictionary. Not too long ago I made a shirt featuring the Munson symbol for Michigan, and because of that, my friend Sara — a fount of awesomeness — said I should make a shirt with the symbols for “citizen of the year” and wear it in the parade. I wasn’t sure if she was joking, but I couldn’t resist that idea. Here I am with Sara and the shirt she suggested:
As 1:00 drew nigh, Clayton and I climbed into the car and waited for the parade to start. This was our view as we waited:
When we started moving, I thought hey, why I don’t I just take a bunch of pictures down the whole route? So I did. What follows is a sampling of those photos (with a more complete set compiled into a gif at the end of the post).
Here we are on Middle Street:
I was happy to discover who was directly in front of us in the parade: none other than the Monitor Base Ball Club of Chelsea! They were accompanied by a club from Northville — they had a match after the parade.
We continued on Middle…
…and approached Main…
…and turned onto Main.
The next photo is the reason I took my camera with me:
Here we are approaching the old post office:
And then the library:
Just past Summit Street:
At the now-vacant Federal Screw Works property:
It’s still a little strange to see that property without a huge factory building on it.
Just past Lincoln Street:
See those folks off in the distance on the left? I know those people. It has been alleged that I am related to those people.
Those two camera-wielding people on the left are my parents. Here’s a better look:
Here’s the rest of the rowdy crew:
We kept driving south:
We passed Pierce Park:
Somewhere in that crowd on the left are my friends Chris and Aubrey from the fabulous Chelsea Alehouse. They’re very friendly.
See?
When we reached Old US 12…
…we turned right and headed past the Wolverine toward the fairgrounds.
We turned left onto Old Manchester Road and stopped in front of the fairgrounds, and that was the conclusion of my first ride in the Chelsea fair parade.
As promised, here’s an animation of the series of photos I took down the parade route:
I thoroughly enjoyed my ride in the parade. Many thanks to all who had a hand in giving me that opportunity!
The Monitor Base Ball Club of Chelsea concluded its 2013 campaign with an exhibition against a team assembled by the Chelsea Alehouse.
The match drew a good crowd of cranks. This crank made lots of new friends:
His name is Hank. When the match concluded he wandered near the field and got comfortable:
That’s it for vintage base ball in 2013, but Hank hopes to see you at next year’s Monitor matches! (The team would enjoy seeing you there, too.)
With the demolition derbies done, the Chelsea Fair moved on to the Friday night tractor pull. The name tells you most of what you need to know: different classes of tractors pull a huge sled, and the longest pull in each class wins.
The next tractor is Canadian. It runs on maple syrup and its engine sounds like Don Cherry yelling “NOW YOU KIDS OUT THERE.”*
*(This sentence may or may not be completely false.)
The Chelsea fair features sheep shearing demonstrations throughout the week. By that I don’t mean there are people protesting sheep shearing — though that would probably also be fun, with signs like “SHEEP SHEARING IS BAAAAAAAD” and “FORCED HAIRCUTS: SHEAR LUNACY” and “WOOL! HUH! YEAH! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! SAY IT AGAIN Y’ALL” — but that there’s a sheep shearer who shows fairgoers how the whole thing works.
Through the process, the sheep pretty much just hangs out and lets it happen, with the occasional “MMAAAAAHHHHH” thrown in (roughly translated from sheep to English: “Hurry UP man, the Tigers game is about to start!”). Here’s the sheep looking svelte and dapper partway through the process:
If sheep could talk, this one would be saying “How YOU doin’?” right now.
Like middle schoolers, sheep have the remarkable ability to look astoundingly bored no matter what’s happening:
When the whole thing was done, here’s what was on the floor:
The Chelsea Fair offers lumberjack shows throughout the week. I have yet to see a full show, but on Friday I arrived in time to catch part of one.
This chainsaw was craaaaaazy loud:
This chainsaw was just regular loud:
He was carving a chair for the crowd between events.
The last event was the boom run. This involved the two lumberjacks running across a set of logs. Here’s how it looked:
Notice the spiked shoes. The logs are held in a line by a rope, but they’re free to spin and bob, and they’re (obviously) wet, so the shoes are important.
For the spectators, part of the fun of this event is that the lumberjacks don’t always make it across the logs.
Sometimes the falls are…a bit more cringeworthy.
Mostly, though, they run across and back in a big hurry without incident.
Thursday night was the figure 8 demolition derby. I’d never been able to see a figure 8 derby, but my schedule finally allowed me to get to this year’s derby to see what it was all about.
As it turns out, the figure 8 derby is substantially different from the regular derby. The point of the regular derby is to be the last car running, and the method of removing other cars from the running is repeatedly smashing into them until they stop running (and hoping your car doesn’t give out because of it). On the other hand, the figure 8 derby is a race. It’s a full-contact race, but it’s primarily a race. The cars drive in a figure 8 pattern around two large tires for 12 laps. The first car to complete 12 laps wins. There were far fewer collisions in the middle of the 8 than I expected; most of the contact occurs around the turns. It’s highly entertaining, but in a different way than the regular derby. It certainly seemed faster paced!
Here’s one of the tires marking one of the turns:
The figure 8 derby uses smaller cars than does the regular derby.
It was difficult to figure out the makes and models of some of the cars, but one was immediately obvious to me:
Do you know what that is? That’s an old Dodge Neon. It looks like one of the earlier models.
Some of you might look at the smoke coming out of this car, read the car’s number, and then chuckle:
This driver pushed this old Saturn as hard as possible, and it showed:
The Pac-Man car caught my eye:
That’s it for the 2013 demolition derby photos, but stay tuned: there are more fair photos yet to come!
The second evening of the derby drew another big crowd.
MWAH:
Every once in a while a car loses a sliiiiiightly important part.
The driver wasn’t amused by that development, but as you can see in the above photo, the crowd enjoyed it.
Another car got stuck on the wall.
When the heat was done, the car that lost more than just a tire needed some help to exit the arena.
Here’s a closer look at the damage.
If you had told 10 year old me I would see this device doing this task at a demolition derby someday, I probably would have said “A WHATphone?”
I also probably would have said “Where do you put the VHS tape?” and also maybe “Who are you and why are you talking so confidently about the year 2013?”
Partway through the derby, the officials stopped the action and the firefighters rushed to a car that clearly wasn’t on fire.
Before long, paramedics joined the firefighters.
From my angle I couldn’t see what they were doing, but they worked for a bit — maybe 10-15 minutes — until the driver emerged with her arm heavily reinforced.
I got a chance to talk to the driver a week later. It was an unpleasant injury that’ll take time to heal, but she’ll be okay. Injuries like that aren’t common in the derby — I couldn’t remember seeing a stoppage like that, and another spectator could remember seeing only one other similar stoppage — but things can happen when you crash a bunch of cars into each other.
When everyone was clear, the derby resumed. And there were more people recording the action.
There was a young fan enjoying the derby, too.
A bit later there was a very minor fire.
Fires like that aren’t uncommon in the derbies, and they’re typically short-lived and inconsequential. This one was no exception. But it made for a fun photo!
There was a pickup truck heat during the Wednesday derby. Since trucks are built to stay in one piece and run forever, the truck derbies tend to be a lot of fun.
Remember what I said in the Tuesday derby post about the moment when a radiator explodes with a loud POP and a cloud of steam and the crowd laughs and cheers? This is what that looks like:
Now that I think about it, perhaps SHUMP would a better description of that sound. Would you agree, derby aficionados?
MWAH:
When the trucks were done rumpling metal, the cars came back out for the Wednesday final.
That’s it for the regular demolition derby photos, but there are plenty of fair photos to come!
The Chelsea Fair has always included plenty of livestock, but a relatively new offering at the fair is a barn that features both recently born animals and live births (if the timing is right). When I visited the barn, I found a crowd around the piglets.
Elsewhere, there were rabbits. Lots and lots of rabbits. I found one rabbit that was having an especially relaxing afternoon.
When I was browsing the craft barn, I found a craft with a familiar face on it:
Those are newspaper flowers in a newspaper bag, and as you can see, the newspaper she used for the front of the bag is the front page from the week I was named Chelsea citizen of the year. Kira, the cheerful young Chelsea resident who made that craft, told me she used that page on purpose and asked them to be sure it was visible. Thank you, Kira!