Random Memories of the Fourth of July When I Was a Kid...Eating homemade ice cream on the back yard patio, where one year my grandfather uttered his famous words of wisdom, "You can eat more standing up!" This has become a family mantra that is uttered at least once at every family gathering, but especially during Thanksgiving.
...Catching my grandmother alone in the kitchen, eagerly licking the ice cream maker paddle over the sink. She licked it clean, too. Grandma had a bit of a sweet tooth.
...Watching the fireworks from our backyard, since we lived close to the park, until that fateful year when we set up our chairs and discovered the trees were too tall. What a bummer. Except back then we would have said what a drag.
...Taking Daphne Brown the Basset Hound to see the fireworks one year. She loved the walk to the park, howled and hid under the blanket during the fireworks, and had to be carried most of the way home. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
...Watching small town fireworks. One...at...a...time. Wait. Oh, look, there's another one. Wait some more. That one didn't make it high enough. Wait some more. Shoot something like ten in a row and call it the grand finale. And we thought that was great. These days people put on better firework displays in their backyards.
...Being with family, being thankful there was still plenty of summer left, being thankful for the freedom we were celebrating. We do July Fourth differently these days, but those basic principles still apply. Something else to be thankful for.
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