Sometimes the point of a tradition is the existence of the tradition itself. Each January 1st for as long as I’ve been around Lewisburg (which is many-a-year, ya little whipper-snappers), there has been a tried and true tradition on New Years’ Day at high noon. Surreal, bizarre, to say the least, hilariously offbeat, and delightfully diverse, the SHANGHAI PARADE has been walking the (off)beat for so many years, no one really knows how it began. It has been said that, well, “It just has always been.” Oblivious to rain or shine, through snow and sleet, through foggy skies and hazy hangovers, the people gather as spectators, aka innocent bystanders (at times an estimated 700 to 2000 strong), and they watch with a mixture of amusement, enjoyment, bewilderment, and at times, numb surveillance.
The themes of the entries are all over the map, from nebulously vague to oddly specific, from weeks of preparation and planning to nearly last-minute revelers, and the variety is delightfully diverse. No rhyme nor reason. Almost no rules. Open acceptance of almost every idea. Past years have included as many as 80 entries and in many categories. Walkers, animals, floats, spirit award, and so forth… “It’s fun, it doesn’t require any pre-registration, so if two hours ago you thought, let’s go be in the Shanghai Parade, you can go do it,” said Susan Campbell, the parade starter. “It’s less organized than you could imagine and it’s beautiful that way,” said Ryan Keesee, an assistant scout master for Lewisburg Troop 70. He grew up participating and holds it dear to his heart.
Here you can see, at any given moment, prom queen girls glammed up in the back of a pick-up truck, followed closely by a lone woman walking with a white tree branch, then on to Elvis dancing with Patrick from Spongebob, a dinosaur sparring with a horse-headed man in a suit, jellyfish children wiggling their way along the route, crow-headed friends walking along as if nothing is out of the ordinary, masked dancers, a car dressed like a cat, dogs dressed as people, people dressed as dogs, painted horses carrying strong and beautifully noble equestrians, Llamas in Pajamas, and on it goes… One year, men dressed as miners crawled the entire route. There’s the ever-popular, scantily-clad, be-diapered Baby New Year (you cannot un-see this), the coveted (or not) title of Super-Dooper-Pooper-Scooper, jazzed-up tractors, antique cars, a menagerie of animals, men wearing suits of bacon, a fife and drum corp, … Oh, my, there’s something for everyone. We once loved the carload of women dressed as chickens (with a waving rooster, Big Red, at the wheel). It’s a parade of many divinely original delights. And do not forget my own cronies as our ornately be-hatted witch brigade, the Washington Street Witches, cackling and waving our way down the street, with our sweet ancient dogs leading the way.
Often as someone passes, you scratch your head and say, “Well, what was that about?” And in a good way…
The origins, the history, the beginnings of this parade are questionable and enigmatic. Some say it began in the late
According to one of the judges, “Between Christmas and New Year’s in the 1800s, groups of people would form parties and travel over the countryside, visiting friends and neighbors. They would dress up with costumes and masks, and apparently that’s how the parade got its start.” And this tradition was called a “
Normally beginning at high noon on Jan 1, when it falls on a Sunday, it will start at 2pm. This phenomenon, the Shanghai Parade, is a mosaic of Americana, of creativity and comradery, and of ringing in the new. From a 1930’s news article about the gathering: “Let millionaire and pauper meet, and go marching down the street. The lid is off, fun is rife, let’s have the best time of your life.” Get there early to insure a great gawking spot. Wear layers and bring something warm to imbibe. Join the revelry.
-Susanna Robinson. HashtagWV #108. December 2018.