|fireworks, sioux falls 2010|
The 4th of July was always one of my favorite holidays. I remember as a little girl being so excited to go to the parade in my hometown.
|hometown parade, from a friend of mine circa 1970's|
|hometown band concert before the fireworks, early 90's from a friend|
When I was a little bit older, I was able to march in the parade. I remember when I was in 4th or 5th grade, not much more than the Little Man, I was a giant sun. The parade theme that year was conserving energy, and I got to be solar power. Man, did I feel special!
|my grandmother and me, 1977|
I have to admit that I don’t have the same joy over the 4th of July as I used to. It was on that day in 1999, my beloved grandmother suffered what would ultimately prove to be a fatal stroke.
|my grandparents and my cousin Carol|
It was right before I was going to grill some burgers, and I had just made a pitcher of margaritas (I know, not very American, but it was the drink of choice that summer).
|L-R my aunt Mary, my aunt Olga, my grama, my Uncle Kalman|
|thanksgiving 1977 or 1978 |
l-r Aunt Mary, me, Uncle Kalman, my godfather, grama & my Aunt Jeannie
Knowing that, there is a bit of bittersweetness to the 4th of July for me now. I don’t decorate and I wouldn’t even know where my decorations were if everything depended on it. I don’t plan a special menu. I don’t even make a big deal over it anymore, which really isn’t fair to my son.
|little man, 4th of July fireworks 2010|
He DESERVES for it to be a special day, and this year I am declaring it to be so.