July 13th, 2007

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She Was a Junior Court Flower Girl in 1950

I was a Flower Girl to the Junior Rose Festival Princess back in 1950, when I was 3 1/2 years old. There were two of us Flower Girls with Escorts, boys who were our same age.

I still have a picture of us bowing to the Junior Prince and Junior Princess that appeared in The Oregonian. It showed our little hoop skirts flipped up during our bows.

My Mother always said my bow was much prettier than the other little girl -- I was proud of that!

~Jeanne (Zugman) Hanson (Tigard, Oregon)
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She Was a Golf Ambassador for the Rose Festival

I was honored to be born to Edwin George Hesse and Geraldine Thompson Hesse at Emanuel Hospital in beautiful Portland, Oregon on July 27, 1943. I later became a Rose Festival Golf Ambassador.

When I was five years old I rode my tricycle in the Junior Parade, representing Woodbury's and Company, and decorated by company employees. My father worked for Woodbury and Company of Portland, Oregon for nearly 50 years!

When I was eitht or nine years old, I was a baton twirler in the Rose Festival for Kellogg grade school. I still have pictures of the baton twirlers and the tricycle somewhere among all my photos.

My Mother took part during Rose Festival marching with The DAR (Daughter of The American Revolutions) in the Grand Floral Parade.

Then we moved to Beaverton, Oregon and my Beaverton Job's Daughters group decorated floats every year from 1956 through 1961. My father, Edwin George Hesse (a WW II veteran) is still living, 94 years young! He's now in Tucson, Arizona. He used to own and run the Hesse Farms in Beaverton, Oregon. My Mother is buried at Riverview Abbey with all the wonderful old Portland, Oregon families.

I loved the Grand Floral Parade then and still do, even though I now live in Las Vegas. At present I'm up on the Longbeach Peninsula for a couple of months. I married Kenneth C. Strait, Sr., a World War II veteran who fought with General Patton and used to march in many parades.

Congratulations! 100 years, WOW! Thanks to the Rose Festival for these memories. God bless you all with continued success and a wonderful parade. We will be trying to attend this one.

~Beverly (Bev) Ann Strait (Hesse-Locke-Kostelnock-McCallister-Strait), former Golf Ambassador
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She Met Her Future Husband While Serving as a Navy Hostess in 1988

The Rose Festival has always been an important part of our family. My Mother took part in the Grand Floral Parade as a baton twirler for Newberg high school in the 1950's, and we always attended events during the festival.

In 1988, I was a Rose Festival Hostess and attended various Navy dances. There I met Arthur Lamarche, a Petty Office on the USS Chandler, during the Blue Jacket Ball. It changed my whole life! I moved to San Diego and we got married. For the next 15 years we traveled around the country as he completed his Navy career.

We moved back to Oregon in July of 2003, and now take our daughter to Rose Festival events every year.

The Rose Festival will always be part of our family. We have great memories!

~LeAnn Lamarche
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She Was Junior Queen in 1972

"'Love is ...' a little word that is easy to spell..." -- so began my speech as I tried out for Junior Rose Festival Princess. It was 1972, and as an eight-year-old I didn't fully comprehend what my Grandmother and Aunt were getting me into. Together they wrote my simple speech, with 'Love is' as the main topic -- as that was the Rose Festival theme that year.

I sat with 117 other girls in the auditorium of Roosevelt high school on March 28, 1972. We'd go on stage holding paper plates with numbers printed on them and answer various questions.

After whittling the girls down to six, we were finally asked to give our speeches and answer some impromptu questions, such as 'Who would you invite to dinner, and why?'

Simple enough, right? Well, yes! Until that moment when I realized I was the last girl standing on stage -- frozen in the spotlight -- grasping my white paper plate.

I glanced to my left to get reassurance from the girl next to me and realized she had been escorted off the stage. So I did what any normal eight-year-old would do -- I kicked up my heels and ran off the stage!

Later my mom told me she knew I'd lost, but that was okay. But she didn't know that the judges felt this was exactly what any normal little girl would do, too. When they announced my name as the winner, no one was more surprised than me! So began my memorable journey as a member of the 1972 Rose Festival Junior Court.

Seven other girls were named Junior Princesses throughout the city. When we all met our 'sisterhood' was immediate.

We attended photo shoots, meetings with Women Leagues and appearances at banks.

Finally there was the Junior Queen selection at Grant high school. I gave the same speech as before, but this time while wearing a custom-made princess dress and doing a curtsey that we'd all carefully practiced for weeks.

I waved at my grandmother from the stage -- and even winked at my mom. Once again Mom thought I probably wouldn't win, due to both my waving and winking. But when my name was announced as Queen, I decided they really liked little girls to act naturally -- to wave, wink and run off stages!

I'll never forget that night or the headline the next morning: "She’s 9 on Wednesday!"

Julie in the newspaper in 1972

What a birthday gift! The whirlwind continued with more appearances, a David Cassidy concert were we even got to meet him, lunch with Bob Hazen (President of the Benjamin Franklin Bank), and being in both the Junior Parade and Grand Floral Parade.

One memory that's vivid in my mind is walking through a mall one day, turning the corner and seeing my picture on the cover of the Sunday Oregonian -- they gave our court a lot of press! It was pretty surreal for a nine-year-old.

I'll always treasure these recollections. My children all get a kick out of my many scrapbooks from that summer -- and seeing Mom in a crown and gown.

Julie with daughter Rachel in 2006

It's fun to get these scrapbooks out thirty-five years later and relish in the memories of the best summer of my life –- the 1972 Rose Festival!

~Julie (Sinovic) Herbert (1972 Junior Queen)