by Elizabeth Kenney
My Apple Blossom love story involves a kiss, 2 kids, and a “dog”. I have enjoyed the festival my whole life. Each year, as a child, I looked forward to participating in the queen’s pageant. After marrying my husband, our 2 children also enjoyed the festival-participating in the pageant and occasionally riding on a float. Then,22 years ago, my husband was asked to don the suit of “McGruff the Crime Dog” and ride in both Apple Blossom parades.
With the encouragement of our children and grandchildren, he has continued to ride in the parades to the delight of spectators young and old. Each year as his big red truck rounds the corner of Washington Street and Germain to head up the hill towards Stewart Street, my heart races and my eyes squint as I watch for my McGruff. When he sees me waving he always puts “paw” to mouth and blows me a kiss. This tradition is one that I cherish and the memory always takes me back to the first weekend in May-and APPLE BLOSSOM.