Today is Sunday, July
9 and there are only 169 days until Christmas.
Time to start playing Christmas music and planning the cookie baking
schedule. Today we remember the
birthdays of Ann Ward Radcliffe, Elias Howe and Tom Hanks. On this day in 1776 the Declaration of
Independence was read aloud to General Washington’s troops in New York, in 1872
the doughnut cutter was patented by John Blondel and in 1956 Dick Clark made
his first appearance as host of American Bandstand. In Argentina it is Independence Day and in
the US it is National POW/MIA Recognition Day and National Sugar Cookie Day.
This past week, we celebrated Independence Day. At least some of us did. I am finding that more and more towns are
celebrating on other days. Some hold
their festivities on the weekend preceding July 4th. I am not completely sure why they do
that. Is there some benefit to doing it
early or do they just want to have a celebration without actually recognizing
the holiday? One year I was driving to a
friend’s house and caught a glimpse of the banner advertising their
celebration. Because I was driving and
the wind was blowing, I could not read the whole banner, but noticed that the
rain date was July 4. I wondered how you
could have a 4th of July celebration and have the rain date be July
4. My friend explained that it was
because the actual celebration was June 30, the weekend before.
Maybe I am old fashioned or just a traditionalist, but it
seems to me that the 4th of July should be celebrated on the 4th
of July. The day, also known as
Independence Day, has a significance.
The day was the day, despite what some people claim, that the United
States declared its independence from Great Britain. Independence was not declared the weekend
before the 4th and it was not declared on some other day that was
convenient. It was done on the 4th.
Celebrate on the 4th! Now excuse me while I get down off my soap
box.
Okay, now I am back on the floor. When I was a kid, our town had a carnival
during the day with games and stuff for kids to do. We would all ride around with our bicycles
decorated with red, white and blue crepe paper and streamers. We would have a
barbecue and then head to the stadium. In the early evening, there was always some
kind of musical group that performed and then we had the fireworks. The fireworks were always exciting. There were some cheesy ground displays, like
the chicken walking and laying an egg, but overall they were good. Each time one went off, the display was
followed by a loud boom. I have noticed
that you don’t always get that nowadays.
That was one of the things I enjoyed.
You would see the rocket go up, it would burst in a colorful display and
then that boom would shake your insides.
That was the 4th of July.
That is not how it is done now. Some people still have a barbecue and there
are a number of private displays that are set off in various
neighborhoods. Most people don’t do that
much, because they celebrated the weekend before. I went to our town fireworks the night
before, so I stayed home and watched the New York display on TV. What I found interesting were the people who
were in the city to watch the show. They
would occasionally pan the crowd and some of the things people were wearing
were interesting. I saw a number of
people with necklaces that looked like they were made of red, white and blue
light bulbs. There weren’t very many
bulbs and they looked like they were homemade, but enough different people were
wearing them so I am guessing they were being sold, inexpensively I hope, but I
doubt it.
Another thing people were wearing were glasses that had
flashing lights in the frames. These
were the type of thing that would prompt my older grandson to comment, “There
goes a seizure waiting to happen.” The
most interesting adornment I saw was one made of red, white and blue ribbons
and streamers. Some of the ribbons had
stars on them. When I saw them all I
could think of was that they looked like a patriotic Medusa. Throughout the crowd people were using their
phones to take pictures of the fireworks.
I would think that if you went to all the trouble to go to see the
fireworks, you would at least watch them.
Viewing them on the little screen of your phone, after the fact, cannot
compare to actually seeing them. I
realize that that is just the traditional me who longs for the big booms at the
end, but I still would rather watch them as they happen. I am back down from my soap box again.
My final statement on this is simple – celebrate in whatever
way makes you happy, but do it on the 4th, not the weekend before.
One other thing I wanted to mention has nothing to do with
celebrating the holiday, but it was something I noticed watching the fireworks
in town and at other times, too. This is
directed to men – please do not tuck in your t-shirts. They are supposed to be casual and not tucked
in. It also looks like you are trying to
look like your 85 year old grandfather.
Please don’t do it! That is all I
am going to say on the subject.
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