Submitted by Luana Weaver

I remember walking one block to watch the parade every year while growing up just south of Broadway in the 60s and into the 70s.  The Shriners, the bands, but mostly the equestrians were all so exciting to me.

 

My dad would always yell out to the Sepulveda brothers, Del and Suki, as they rode by on their Spanish dressed horses in their vaquero best.  They always yelled “hello” back to him as the silver on their saddles and bridles jingled.  They were so impressive, every bit of silver gleamed under the streetlights and the leather was polished to a high gloss.  I looked forward to seeing them the most each year.