Being surrounded by young people who seem to be comfortable in their own skin yet blush so readily, made me think in admiration of those who so excitedly rushed off to war to return - if they returned at all - completely devoid of any wonder about the atrocities some men were prepared to inflict upon others. Life would never be the same.
The quick-change artist that I am, I then found myself in bowler hat, gold fob chain I inherited from my great-grandfather, and three-piece suit standing by the tram shed with Ed Boyd, Rob and Lyn Vinsen, Wanganui Mayor Annette Main and a growing crowd of others in period costume. We turned a few heads.
After a briefing as to who was who, saying what and in which order, we set off on an afternoon that remembered an event most of us never think of from one year to the next - the opening of infrastructure, in this case the Dublin Street Bridge.
And there were thousands of people there in the sunshine, cheering and waving, getting the jokes, and picking up innuendo.
The irony of history wasn't lost in that the suffragette protest for a woman's right to hold elected office was received by our female mayor in drag, acting as a man, and the National Party MP taking on the role of a newly-elected Labour MP who went on to form the New Zealand Labour Party.
But the winner on the day was heritage and the applauding of far-sighted ancestors who provided the means to unite a city.
The pageantry of the day was not lost on any of us - three river boats plying the river, the tram, the cars and the excitement. It seems to me that Whanganui is enjoying, or about to enjoy, a purple patch of pride in itself, its history and is in full buzz about its future.
We should be so grateful for those who have provided what our city is, and those prepared to work together to ensure we celebrate what that makes us today and will secure us for the future.
Cheers and thanks, Whanganui.