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Sebastopol - Apple Blossom Weekend

The First Methodist Church, with its bold wooden steeple, burnt to the ground in 1914, for preaching prohibition. The good folks of Sebastopol weren’t having any of that. Today the Apple Blossom Parade marches past the rebuilt church, past the Masonic Temple, past Martha’s Mexican restaurant, with its soup bowl Margaritas, past Old Main Street Tavern, overflowing with biker patrons, and Jasper O’ Farrell’s, past The Powerhouse Brewery, The Greenhouse, and G.T.O’s, with its bottomless Bloody Marys. As the entire town, marching bands and all, spill into Ivy’s Park for a two day party, pixilated music, and four dollar beers to support Analy Union High School. No wonder Luther Burbank and Charles Schulz called Sebastopol their home. And The First Methodist Church, now made of stone, the only quiet place in town.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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