
Jilly in her little Red Rocket.
“Hmmm…. Would this work?” I asked my wife, lowering a circular chip and dip tray onto an inverted plastic trash can sitting in a Wal-Mart shopping cart. “Maybe…” she added after squinting and eyeballing the prospect.
We were doing the unimaginable – turning a little red wagon (almost a radio flyer, but not quite) into a little red rocket for the Great American Red Wagon Contest in Danville, Kentucky. Our two and a half year old daughter was skipping down the aisles of our local department store, oblivious to the fact that we weren’t buying junk - but rocket components. We ended up purchasing a trash can, a plastic margarita glass, a package of ping pong balls, a swimming pool noodle, some star decor, ribbons, super glue and red and yellow cans of spray paint (to make it look a bit more retro). It’s times like these when you leave the check out counter giggling inside with the knowledge that the cashier has no idea what you’re using this stuff for. We weren’t eligible for any prizes as I am the Program Director for the Community Arts Center (CAC), the organization responsible for putting the event together, but I certainly wanted to up the ante as far as the public competition goes. The Great American Red Wagon Contest was concieved in 2008 as a way to give the CAC and the local community youths a role in the Great American Brass Band Festival, an annual festival in Danville that draws in thousands of visitors from all over the world to take in a great weekend of free brass music from internationally acclaimed bands. The festival alway has a great family and patriotic atmosphere, so the wagon contest was a great piece of wholesome, small-town, American pie thrown into the mix. Families decorate little red wagons, they get judged and get to ride in the parade, no doubt making memories every step of the way.
We spent a good couple of nights on the front porch battling mosquitos, coughing through spray paint fumes, hot gluing (super glue doesn’t work on trash cans BTW), and bolting all of the pieces onto our maniacal masterpiece, stepping back after each sucessful addition to congratulate each other. This, I thought, must be how those guys building hot rods feel. I have no mechanical skills, only aesthetic ones, so I made the most of it. I’m more suited to a glue gun than a grease gun anyway. When our daughter, Jillian, woke up from her nap, I was hoping that she wouldn’t be too upset that we had completely altered her little red wagon. Gone were the cute wooden rails, and bolted in their place was an array of curiously recycled household items to build … “My rocketship!,” she said, pointing through the storm door onto the front porch. She could hardly wait to climb inside, but we had to be very careful as most two year old astronauts do not fully understand the fragile nature of their jury-rigged spacecraft. “Do you think it’ll go to the moon?” I asked. “Yeah, sure,” she said with an amount of confidence that made me question if it were possible. My mother, AKA Nana, had sewn a silver-sequined halter top and a matching red cape with a silver star on the back of it to serve as her space suit. I had even toyed with the notion of building her a space helmet, but my wife insisted that we keep it cute – and she was right. I can’t imagine that Jilly would have worn a helmet throughout the hot June morning.
The morning of the parade, as we were unloading the wagon from my father’s borrowed truck, another kid exclaimed, “That’s the best wagon I’ve ever seen!” He may have spoken too soon because moments later the rest of the competition started rolling in – pirate ships, hot air balloons, air planes, dinosaur battles, sailboats, and even (one of my favorites) a moster truck themed wagon complete with a tie rod steering system that looked like it might be part of a modern performance-enhancing substance scandal. It’s tires were so big that it seemed to bounce down the street in the parade. At one point it even suffered a steering break down just like a real monster truck. There were so many entries (around the 50 mark) that the wagons visually dominated the parade route. It seemed to be a little red wagon parade with brass accompaniment rather than the other way around. The bar had definitely been raised compared to last year’s entries. Kids were in costumes – everything from Dr. Suess’ Thing 1 and Thing 2, to pirates and princesses.
Jillian loved riding her wagon in the parade, but seemed to enjoy her goody bag given to her by one of the CAC’s Board members just as much. She recieved a little trophy that said “fanciest,” a few toys and some candy. Since the CAC’s family members were ineligible to win the contest, it was great for them to be able to enjoy a little something extra in return. She enjoyed her trophy so much, she ended up drinking Coca-Cola out of it later that afternoon, a practice noramlly reserved for only the most prized astronauts. This year’s Great American Red Wagon Contest was a great success and I expect next year’s event to be even bigger and better than ever before. I think the adults had nearly as much fun as their children.

Jilly and her trophy
To see a slideshow of the event please follow the link below:
http://www.communityartscenter.net/gallery
Thanks,
Brandon Long
Program Director, Community Arts Center




If you stepped into the Community Arts Center last month (March 2009) you found yourself surrounded by trees.













