The 4th and the Aftermath

    The fourth of July lived up to all my expectations.  It was a busy day here on the home front and we got a lot done from finally filling the swimming pool with water, setting up a volleyball net in the backyard so we could play volleyball or badminton, to my husband putting new brakes on our truck so we could come to a stop which is an important function to have.  You can’t just run into things to stop…you have to have brakes that work.  It seemed like we were doing something at every single moment!!

    I had special plans to barbecue chicken, cook corn on the cob, and make homemade potato salad and I managed to get that done too…although it happened kind of late in the day.  While that was going on I realized I had bought absolutely nothing to blow up.  I simply couldn’t have that.  I mean…it was the 4^th of July.  It is the one
day of the whole year that it is perfectly legal to blow shit up.  So we rushed out just before dark and bought a few fireworks to set off. 



        I was in my element!!  I was out there in my lawn chair with my camera in the dark focusing on the sky.  My camera has this “firework” setting that I had never tried before and last night was my chance to test it out.  I figured out in a big hurry it was like a time release drug.  You pressed the button…and then you waited crossing your fingers and your toes that you actually captured the burst of color before it disappeared from the night sky.  I honestly took more pictures last night than I did at Christmas!!

      All in all it was a holiday for the record books followed by a day of running about everywhere.  We went to the mall, Toys R Us, and Wal-Mart and did the look around.  We even hit my favorite store which is Barnes and Nobles.

        After all that looking about, we finished off the evening at the Golden Corral eating literally everything in sight!!  The best part was that they had cotton candy.  I thought I had literally died and went to heaven!!  I just know in my heaven they will have wall to wall cotton candy.  They even had a chocolate fondue fountain!!  My family dipped everything from strawberries to watermelon in that glorious chocolate and my son, to my disgust was marinated in chocolate in every available orifice when he was through.  I ordered my husband to the men’s room to hose him down and clean him up.  My husband wasn’t happy about doing it, but my son is 7 and had no intention of stepping into the ladies room.

      Speaking of clean up, I discovered the wildest thing in the toilet.  Actually it freaked me out a little.  I went and did my business and then after washing my hands hit the button to turn on the hand dryer.  Holy Shit!!  It was like unleashing a mini tornado with 100 mph winds.  It literally shook the skin on my hands!!!!  I felt a little better when it did the same to my daughter.  At least then I knew it wasn’t moving my skin in ripples because it was old and saggy baggy.  I thought that crazy thing was going to blow my skin off.  All in all it was an awesome day and I managed a blog after all.  Day 5 of the Ultimate Blogging Challenge is in the books!! 

     

Happy 4th of July!!

   
    It is Day 4 of the Ultimate Blogging Challenge and I am a little late out of the starting date today.    It is also the 4^th of July, better known as Independence Day or to most kids the day the fireworks fill the sky.

   

       While I was growing up the 4^th of July was dedicated and reserved to family.  Every year the extended family would gather together for a full blown reunion usually held at my aunt’s house which featured a swimming pool, at my uncle’s house at the lake, or at Grandma’s farm.  Regardless where the reunion was held you could count on great food and my Dad’s barbecue chicken.  There would be swimming and maybe even a softball game for those sportier relatives that enjoyed that kind of stuff.  I was usually stationed far in the outfield where balls hardly ever dared to go.  It was a good thing because I wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it if it had!!  I was usually more concerned about not getting hit by the ball than actually catching it.  Picture me running away with my arms protecting my head and you will have an idea of my kind of fielding strategy.

        You could also count on rousing games of horse shoes, croquet, and even occasionally volleyball.  You could always count on my mom’s deviled eggs and once my cousin got married her amazing taco salad.  We would gather around tables set up outside and join hands and sing like the Who’s down in Who Ville.  Instead of Ya hoo Foray, we sang “Count your Blessings”, and then Grandpa would lead the family in prayer.

       After the last hugs, kisses, and goodbyes the family would disperse often not seeing each other again until Thanksgiving.  It was time to go home and plan for fireworks.  Being an over the road truck driver, my Dad could always be counted on to bring home a slew of illegal fireworks for our own personal show.  I would dance around using sparklers for pom-poms and then my Dad and his fireworks would take center stage.  We would gather outside in the yard with our next door neighbors to watch.

       Those days are long gone with most of the starring players.  Today the 4thof July still embodies all the things my grandparents taught me to value: time with family, great food, lawn games, fireworks, and
thankfulness counting our many blessings from our country’s freedom to the dear family and friends we hold most dear.   Even though I celebrate with only my husband and kids now, it doesn’t make the day any less poignant.   Happy Independence Day and may God bless each of you!

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    As I allow my mind to wander back to the Independence Day’s of long ago when I was a kid and life was simpler, I realize it was always a day set aside for family, an abundance of delicious food, rousing games, swimming, and topped with a sky filled with fireworks.  Memories drift back at random, mostly the same but with each year that passed somehow different.

     Each year my Dad rose early to leave the house by 9 am to load the back of his red ranchero with barrel grills he had specially made, a couple wire screens, barbecue dish mops, spray bottles filled with water, and the ingredients to his special sauce in a paper bag.  Every 4th of July my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins would gather without fail.  Every year the venue changed. 

         One year it would be held at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm where we could play croquet, horse shoes, or softball after eating.  Another we would travel into Michigan to my Uncle’s house for a day at the lake.  Still other times the venue would be my Aunt’s house which would promise time spent in her swimming pool.  Some years the family gathered at one of the local county parks where the hosting family had rented a pavilion.  One thing was constant; as long as my Dad lived he made his fabulous chicken and we were required to attend without fail.  Each family would bring a salad or a dessert.  It was always a massive spread of delicious food and if you walked away hungry it was no one’s fault but your own.

        While my dad went his merry way, my mom would be busy in the kitchen making deviled eggs and placing them carefully on her glass egg plate.  My mom, sister, and I always made our appearance at the family picnic closer to the noon hour when it would soon be time to eat.  The only person that really looked forward to these gatherings was my Dad.  He never missed them.  He could be gone and miss birthdays and other holidays, but he was always home for the 4th of July to make his chicken for the family.  He loved going to the reunions.  The rest of us went for him.  I can’t remember ever looking forward to it.  The atmosphere was almost always awkward.

       Once you got past hello, what in G0d’s name did you say to people you only saw a few times a year?  Hugs and kisses could be counted on from only a few.   Grandma never failed to hug me hello and goodbye.  Then she would be off to make certain no one got more than one piece of that glorious chicken.  The standard question when I was a kid was “How do you like school?”  And “What grade are you going to be in?” and “How is your sister?”  The last one always made my blood boil a bit.  I mean “Who cares?”  

       There were times as I grew up they wouldn’t even bother with the niceties of inquiring about how I was but simply ask me about her as if simply because we were sisters I knew all of her business and what made her tick.  As I got older I rebelled a bit and went for the shocking truth. “Oh she couldn’t come because she is in jail” or “I have no idea, probably drunk somewhere.”   Looking back, I realize she was probably a lot more interesting to talk about than I was.   When she was there, they would still ask about her as if they thought they could get the real story from me.  I hated that!!  To their credit, I don’t even think they realized they did it.  They never did get the clue not to ask me about her.  They would gather in their own intimate families and eat together paying little never mind to everyone else.  My Dad was the exception; he would wander among all of them and force them to talk to him.

         The 4th of July always ended with fireworks. Our next door neighbors would bring their lawn chairs over when it got dark and we would line up our chairs and my Dad would set off his fireworks.  There would be sparklers for me to whirl and then we would sit out in our lawn chairs half the night watching fireworks light up the sky, the grownups nursing ice cold beers, and while I pointed out each burst of color that crossed the night sky.  It could be hotter than the fires of hell during the day, but by the time the sun went down I remember some 4th of July’s turning cold enough we needed jackets and blankets.

       Sadly those long ago days are lost forever and only a memory.  Many members of that extended family who made the reunions happen without fail are gone.  Both of my parents are gone.  This year my husband is on the road, and we are here.  There is a county wide ban on fireworks due to the never ending draught that has plagued us all summer.  We will spend the holiday quietly as if it is just another day until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.