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Memories of Independance Day
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2009, 6:25 PM
Watching the parade that came down the street today jostled some memories of the 4th
of July when Ray and I were little kids on the farm. One year I remember in particular.
Grandma got us bathed and into clean pajamas. That was a bit of a job as we still took
our baths in the big galvanized wash tubs. A couple of cars had been pulled up next to
the old milk house, facing the east field. Picnic blankets were spread out on the
hoods and someone carried us kids over to the cars and set us up to wait until it
was completely dark. Dad and I think all the uncles except Lawrence, had gathered
up a bunch of fireworks and Grandpa said it was OK to shoot them off into the field.
Well, we were practically exploding with excitement. Our own private fireworks show!
It was wonderful. Somehow, Grandma and Aunt Ellen kept us in our skins and out of
the dirt.
I don't recall what we did for a picnic or anything.
Maybe we went to the lake or watched a parade in town. Nothing stays in my mind
like our own private fireworks show. We had the best seats. Everyone was there.
Dad and the uncles had as much fun as we did. We all ooh-ed and ahh-ed and cringed
when some loud ones went bang! It was the best way to celebrate the 4th that anyone
could have.
To Dad and the uncles, wherever you are, thanks. It was the best fireworks
show in the world.
Sylvia
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