Greetings to all from the Land of Enchantment! This lil' ole country gal has finally gotten to the point of doing this posting. Thanks to Elton for entering my first message and to Jed for giving me more instructions on how to get on and do this!
I had wanted to get this to you all by the Fourth, but I'm just late, but I wanted to do it anyway.
Memories of the Fourth of July! When I was a kid, the big thing was to have "fried chicken" on the 4th. Our baby chicks would just barely be big enough by then, so that was a great thing, followed by either ice cream, made at home, or maybe a watermelon. After I was 10 or so, we usually managed to have a few fire crackers, a Roman Candle or two and some sparklers! That was our fireworks. We all thought they were wonderful and, of course, my big brother, Jack, got to do all the lighting of them and he even put some of the firecrackers in a can for a big bang! I can't say exactly when it was, but I can remember the first 4th when Jack and Joyce got to go to Carlsbad to see the fireworks, but me, I was too little, so I stayed home. Ha.
You see, when I was growing up all through the 1930's, we raised our own chickens and it was very important to have them for the 4th! As a result, I still like to have fried chicken and water-melon on the 4th and last week, that's what we did! I just wanted to share with all of you "young" ones that times have really changed as to what we have and the way we live. I do feel that we, in the United States, have SO MUCH to be thankful for, but it is very easy to take it all for granted and forget that it used to be so different. Just sharing my thoughts and memories with you all. Take care and love, Auntie Carol
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Thanks for the important reminders, Carol. Too often, July 4th brings fireworks and picnics to mind without any real connection to the birth of our nation, independence, self-sufficiency and the other important values that have made us a great nation.
Back when I was a kid, growing our own chickens was not allowed in the Chicago suburbs. We did grow our own watermelon and corn. Very early on, I might have believed that my parents grew our own hot dogs and hamburgers, but that didn't last too long. The dads in the neighborhood pitched in and bought our own fireworks display. They shot them off from the nearest vacant lot. Really good stuff as I remember. Back then we all knew that fireworks could hurt your fingers and eyes if you did something stupid with them.
Fourth of July experiences stand out as good memories. I hope that will be the same for our kids.
Love and best to you, and all.
Craig
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