It’s time to strike up the band and fire up the grill!
Yep, it doesn’t seem possible but Fourth of July weekend is
already upon us.
Just a month ago it was Memorial day sneaking back into town
as we were busy putting our winter coats away and digging out the air
conditioners during that little May heat wave we suffered through...then...turning
around and dragging all those winter coats back down—again—and pulling those
same air conditioners out of the windows—again—while we fired up our boilers
with temps dropping back into the 40s.
Ahhhh...May...ahhhh
June.
So hot...so cold...so hot...so confusing
But such is the way of springtime, and now summer, here in my
hometown and, I suppose, the rest of the northeast...but who cares about them.
Which is the nice thing about small town living,
Despite all the division, noise and hub bub spinning out of
control in the real world, we small towners have an opportunity to step back, from
time to time, and put all the insanity aside, if just for a weekend...and, even
better, a holiday weekend.
And the holidays are what make small town living special;
are what brings neighbors together.
It’s difficult to dwell on the negative—even though just
saying the word “dwell” has such a nice ring to it—while watching lines of
happy kids in scout uniforms marching down the Avenue in formation...or
something that resembles a formation.
All those happy faces lining the road, saluting and applauding the scout troops, the marching bands and school kids.
All of us, neighbors, from around the world whose families,
at one time or another, chose to make our little village their home.
We came together on Memorial Day to salute our heroes and remember
our family members, now gone, who once lined the very same Avenue as they too
honored the past.
And now the 4th of July when we, again, gather to
celebrate our freedoms, given to and valued by everyone.
Great memories all, because, well...memories should be
great, especially holiday memories.
Memories are really just windows through which we look back
and polish ordinary moments into special moments.
Take out the bad and embellish the good...unless we’re
talking about that 8th grade field trip to...and...well...maybe some
other time.
Sure, a lot of those special holiday moments have to do with
Grandma’s famous potato salad, with her secret ingredient, or Uncle Ray’s always
burnt chicken, and his not so secret heartburn.
And what about the time Aunt Alice tossed her horseshoe over the fence and into the neighbor’s pool?
And what about the time Aunt Alice tossed her horseshoe over the fence and into the neighbor’s pool?
Memories don’t get any more special than that...legal fees
aside.
But, as I’ve said in the past, for anyone growing up in P.C.,
memories of July 4th have always been special, no embellishments or
secret ingredients needed.
And this year will be no exception...especially since we’re
able to actually celebrate on the 4th again, because the 4th
of July on the 9th of July, last year, was waaaaay too confusing
(long story). Not that the fireworks weren’t great, as usual, but if you were
waiting on line for your annual Strawberry Shortcake ice cream bar, you might
have missed them.
And I need my Strawberry Shortcake.
Nope...this year we’re back on track. The stadium and
surrounding lawns will again be filled with happy holiday faces, waving flags, twirling
glow sticks, laughing and buzzing, ooohhing and awwwwwing, catching up with
friends, old and new, looking forward to the summer ahead.
A slice of apple pie with a scoop of contentment; a sense of
unity, happy and safe, at home with our neighbors.
Wayward horseshoes and heartburn included....especially the
heartburn.
It’s the 4th of July... strike up the band and
fire up the grill!
It’s what Hometown Holiday memories are all about....
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Love "A slice of apple pie with a scoop of contentment; a sense of unity, happy and safe, at home with our neighbors." You have me sighing here with nostalgia myself ...
ReplyDeleteWell, thanks...but it could be allergies, as well. And don't you find you can never go wrong with food metaphors?
DeleteAnother party? Whatever next? Probably another party no doubt. Although I have to agree that American Apple pie is a most enjoyable treat. " Wistful sigh' Before we overtaxed the tea.
ReplyDeleteNo offense...but thanks for wearing all the red coats...
DeleteDwell has a nice ring to it because it rhymes with bell. That is what you thought sort of subliminally.
ReplyDeletePossible...although I was proably thinking, "I hope I finish this thing so I can get to the beach...
DeleteHow do you know when you are finished?
DeleteBrian - loved this one and I agree with Terry Marotta ... the "slice of apple pie with a scoop of contentment etc." got me too. I never lived in that small of a town, but it make me want to pack up and move to one right away. I have a high school friend that has lived in Honeoye Falls, a small "village" in Monroe County, NY. I hear her stories about the City's festivals, the residents who come together to help out one another, and she lives right next to a wooded area. The deer are in her backyard ... I am envious. -Linda Schaub
ReplyDelete"Well, start packing and get going on the next chapter, then. The "Schaub Blog" would take on a whole new perspective...!
Deleteit's the most wonderful time of the year!
ReplyDeleteIs there a song for that? It seems there should be a song...?
ReplyDeleteyes... it plays in august. on the staples commercials. ;0)
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