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March 16, 2009

Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Park Slope

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St. Patrick’s Day isn’t for another couple of days, but already the sights of green and the festivities surrounding the Holiday began about a week ago in most places. NYC was just starting to really come alive with it all, with Staten Island and Queens being two of many  boroughs to first kick off the celebrations with parades and other activities.

My family and I decided to venture into historic Park Slope where they were kicking off festivities with a parade of their own. We made plans to meet up with friends and headed out. With its brownstones, strong sense of community, and proximity to the gorgeous Prospect Park as well as Manhattan, it is no wonder this has become the place to escape to for many families with children.
We coordinated to meet up with our friends at their local playground of choice, Harmony Playground in Prospect Park and 9th St. Once I arrived, I sensed this was “the place to be” for local parents.

Aside from its large size, with tons of room to run around and play for the little ones, it also seemed that this was the place where local parents met up with other parents also forced to leave the comfort of their beds and homes on an early Sunday morning in order to provide their energetic little ones some playtime. Pretty much every parent had a coffee cup in hand as they conversed with each other about the stock market, the last PTA meeting, and whatever other things other parents casually talk about while their kids run around and tire themselves out. It’s a wonderful play area, surrounded by the lush greenery of Prospect Park, with easy access to public transportation and shops a few blocks away.

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I really craved a cup of coffee. Our friend suggested I get some from Connecticut Muffin, only a few blocks down. We made our way down when I could suddenly hear the bagpipers warming up and saw people starting to congregate along Prospect Park from 7th St. I love the sound of the bagpipes, but more so the sight of men in kilts. That, and the fact that my husband is half Irish, is why I love this holiday so much.

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The street was already bustling with people, though not the insane amount of people that one will expect to find along 5th Ave in Manhattan. A blessing. Large crowds and small children are an awful combination. When I arrived at the coffee shop it was, of course, crowded, so I gave up on the idea, made my way back, without coffee, but excited at seeing all the people ready to celebrate!

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The parade was great fun and officially in the spirit, feeling Irish, and ready to celebrate!

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Carol Cain

Brooklyn native Carol is happiest when on an adventure, whether close to home or farther away. She is a small business owner and travel writer. In addition to creating Girl Gone Travel, she is the Founder and Principal of Brave World Media, a social media marketing, communications, and branding agency. She's mom to three wonderful sons and wife to a handsome Irish/Scot. She lives, works, and plays in the beautiful Finger Lakes region of NY.

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  • Nikki @ Blasian Baby
    March 16, 2009

    Woot! The parade looks like it was fun. So sad we could not go with ya'll. Next year I promise and I'll bring coffee just for you!

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