So as our country nears its 238
As a kid growing up in rural Southeast Missouri, the fourth
was when the whole family would gather for a barbecue. It all started in the
early afternoon with hamburgers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, fresh vegetables
from the garden, watermelon, homemade pies and cobblers. Of course, the most
important part of the day was at dusk. The kids would have to take turns
turning the crank on granddad's ice cream maker. You know, we are still trying to locate that
ice cream recipe, great-grandma just kept some secrets. When you completed your turn at the crank,
you got your box of sparklers. The fathers would gather out in the field across
from the gathering with all the fireworks and begin the show as we all sat
around with our dishes of ice cream. Now
those were great 4th of July's.
Then there was 1976 and our country was celebrating its 200th
Birthday as a nation. It was the summer before my junior year of high school
and everywhere you turned there were 1776/1976 posters. Red, White and Blue
Banners, clothing, dishes, everything was patriotic that year. It was the biggest 4th of July I
can ever recall in our small town of Matthews, Missouri. Farmers decorated
their tractors, kids decorated their horses or other farm animals, it was a
time that everyone knew what it meant to be an US citizen.
After graduating from college, I lived a few miles from Ft.
Campbell, Kentucky, home of the Army's 101st Airborne division. I
was able to attend a 4th of July celebration at Ft. Campbell. It was
the most amazing display of fireworks synchronized with military and patriotic
music that I have ever experienced.
Lying out on a blanket in a large open field with hundreds of other army
families and friends. I remember it was
so amazing; it brought tears to your eyes with pride to be part of such a strong
and proud country.
The last 4th of July that is very important to me
was in 2007. That was the last 4th I had with my mother, I had not
been in Missouri for a 4th of July in over 25 years. Mom had told me how everyone still in made a
big fuss on the 4th of July and I was totally surprised by the
evening that unfolded before my eyes. It
was a bitter sweet 4th because we were in the midst of dealing with
my mother's cancer and she was in bed prior to the fireworks that evening. I can honestly say I am proud to be from the
heartland of this country. The display of fireworks that individual farmers and
homeowners put together in the small rural part of Missouri was overwhelming. I
sat in my parent’s front yard and had a 360 degree display of the most amazing
fireworks. I took as many pictures that I could to show mom the next
morning. The next day as I sat on her
bed and showed her the pictures, I told her I was just amazed at how people in
the area still pulled together for events like this. Her only comment was we
may be simple country folk but we are damn proud of whom we are and the country
we live in.
I am not sure how this 4th of July will be
celebrated at this writing; I am still looking through old family recipes for
that ice cream recipe. Dad has decided
to come over from Missouri, so we will be able to spend the holiday weekend
with him and Sister. So here's to your 238rd Birthday United States
of America. May you have another 238 more, with prosperity and pride.
Happy 4th
of July to everyone...
Keep Dancin’ Larry B
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