Memories of our 2005 Christmas Parade

Saturday dawned cool and damp on Red Mountain but we were cheered by typically gorgeous Fallbrook weather as we headed into town on East Mission a little after 3 o’clock. A moment of sadness caught my breath as we viewed a green hat with white trim in the middle of the road. Meant for a volunteer elf, I was sorry for someone’s disappointment at the loss.

For the seventh or eighth (?) year my husband Carroll and I were helping other directors of the Fallbrook Historical Society with refreshments near the beginning of the parade route. Through the years the serving area has moved from the Chambe...