editor’s note: My dog Bailey passed away a month ago. Every year the boyfriend and I created a kind of St. Patrick’s Day tradition for the three of us: dressing Bailey up in a green necklace or scarf and then walking down to a slice of Park Ave sidewalk to watch the parade. More important, we got to watch Bailey watch the parade! and : 1. get oodles of attention from little kids and adults who thought he was beautiful (he was!) and 2. see Bailey get excited over the other dogs in the parade and the Shriners. Horses were not of his world (too big?), so Bailey ignored them. But the Shriners, zipping along on their mini motorcyles and toy cars, just set him off! As soon as we saw the Shriners brigade of teeny cars and trucks, etc making thier way toward us, we knew Bailey would bark his head off and try to persue these most unusual critters. Bailey had no prey drive – just Shriner drive.
So I reprint an InCity Times column I wrote a few year ago, in remembrance of my Bailey Boy, whom I loved dearly and miss like you wouldn’t believe.
I love a parade!
By Rosalie Tirella
So there I was at Worcester’s Annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade, with the boyfriend and trusty dog, Bailey, when it hit me: this is the real Worcester, the Worcester I love. Worcester, the place where I was born; Worcester the place where I will most likely die. Home, sweet home! Home to me and the people I’ve met and known throughout the years. People who will pass before my mind’s eye when I am 85 years old and sweetly reminiscing in my Lazy Boy, (somewhere in one of the Webster Square “tower” apartments): my neighbors, my friends’ children, former colleagues at old jobs, community volunteers, even a nemesis or two. They are all part of my life – part of me! To honor, love, respect (and sometimes diss). To have and to hold (sometimes a tad too tightly). ‘Till death do us part!
My life felt perfect on that brittle sunny day, the day we Worcesterites choose to celebrate St. Paddy’s Day (always a week before the real date, in deference to Worcester politicians who want to schmooze in/be a part of the Boston celebration). There was a melding of my heart and aluminum-sided three-deckers, stalwart small businesses and restaurants. Because on parade were a city’s – my city’s! – aspirations and history. All decked out in Kelley green boas, bow ties, beads and baubles! Continue reading I love a parade!