I felt like my dad at an Ethiopian bazaar. Dad's favorite photos were of colorful natives at markets and other gathering places. My favorite photos, as well, are of colorful natives, even if those "natives" are indigenous to Salt Lake City.
Our ward Fourth of July breakfast was the perfect "bazaar," with all sorts of happy people willing to let me snap their pictures. This event goes back 35 years, so there's lots of tradition involved--the same flags, the same food...
and the same men flipping pancakes or scrambling eggs year after year.
Our neighbor, Han Mu, lent a hand.
And there was that other Boss, Nancy Monson, president of the Relief Society.
There were many dear friends, Dad's and my age or even a bit older.
I felt like my dad at an Ethiopian bazaar. Dad's favorite photos were of colorful natives at markets and other gathering places. My favorite photos, as well, are of colorful natives, even if those "natives" are indigenous to Salt Lake City.
Our ward Fourth of July breakfast was the perfect "bazaar," with all sorts of happy people willing to let me snap their pictures. This event goes back 35 years, so there's lots of tradition involved--the same flags, the same food...
and the same men flipping pancakes or scrambling eggs year after year.
Our neighbor, Han Mu, lent a hand.
And there was that other Boss, Nancy Monson, president of the Relief Society.
There were many dear friends, Dad's and my age or even a bit older.
And there were the little kids, fascinated by the food...
or crafts...
or the general ambience...
or shyly clinging to their moms and dads.
There was Darrell Moench in his hat with a fake gray hair piece on top (best 4th of July costume)...
and a bunch of runners-up in the costume department.
And there were the good friends, just enjoying being together.
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This is the best 4th of July blog I have ever seen
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