Happy Fourth of July, Maddicts
Well, it is raining all over the Fourth of July festivities where I am. Probably no fireworks tonight. What a bummer. I even have on a new red, white, and blue T-shirt, too, and will have to put it away 'til next year. Rain, rain, rain. Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous, and I bet tomorrow will be, too. Oh, well, this is not the first rainy 4th I have experienced. At least I have not stepped with a bare foot on any hot sparkler wires. Did that often enough as a kid.
Let's have some memories of celebrating the 4th back when you were kids, Maddicts. Did you have those things called snakes, that you put on the sidewalk and lit? The ones that just curled up into smoky black rings? Were you allowed sparklers? I always loved those the best. Firecrackers and cherry bombs? Those were the favorites of my brothers.
I miss my grandma's cherry pies and potato salad. I can make pretty good potato salad but not as good as hers. Ice cold lemonade and ice tea - jugs set in big metal tubs full of ice. Homemade ice cream in those machines that had to be cranked by hand. Helping my mom spread old tablecloths on the picnic tables at the lake park. We always took our picnics down to the lake. We would have a grill going with hot dogs and hamburgers cooking. Somebody would always bring the baked beans. We kids would run wild until it was dusk, and we could light our sparklers. Then we would all sit on the blankets on the ground and watch the fireworks set off over the lake by the various clubs. Then home in the backseat of the somebody's car, usually hot and tired with mosquito bites. Sometimes, if we weren't too sleepy when we got home, we would get to sit out on the front steps in the dark with a popcicle. My brothers would always save a firecracker or two or a cherry bomb. One last loud blast before we hit the hay.
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