Interstellar Adventures

July 4, 2005

Happy 4th of July

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 10:44 pm

Well, a little late, but it’s still the Fourth. Fireworks have come and gone. Around here there are so many fireworks displays to see. You can drive up any freeway and see shows to the left and to the right, off in the distance and close in. I used to love fireworks as a kid, but for some reason they don’t hold the same importance as they used to. My jaded adult view of the world I suppose.

My kids love them though, so, like a good mom, I oooh and aaah over the explosions right along with the both of them. My daughter didn’t like them when she was little though. We went to a family reunion in Missouri a couple of years ago when she was maybe 3 or 4. My aunt lived out in the boonies, so fireworks were legal. My uncles (big kids that they are) bought, oh, say a few hundred dollars worth of fireworks (keeping in mind that you buy $10 and get $20 worth free). Needless to say we had a lot. So, there we are, out in the country, at night, my uncles each with a few beers in them…shooting off fireworks. We try to bring L out to see them going off, and she is terrified. No, I’m not talking just a whimpering terrified. I’m talking full-blown, screams of fear, shaking-body convulsions, eyes-wide, bona-fide terror. Poor baby. I took her inside, even down into the basement (what a novelty, we don’t have those in Texas), and the faint ‘pop-pop-feeewww’ of the fireworks upstairs kept my poor darling crying until she fell to sleep in my arms.

She’s over that now though. She wants to see those bright lights and hear the pop-feeewww-bang all night long. So, even though we watched fireworks last night, she was desperate to see another show. We got home from my grandparent’s house (pool, burgers and more pool) and inside just barely in time to hear the start of a show nearby. So, we walked out to the main street and stood in the by-way, watching the fireworks, just above the trees. My son decided it would be appropriate for us to sing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’, but couldn’t just remember how it started off, so, I led the two of them in our National Anthem. My son, in his boyish tenor, chimed in, followed by my daughter, occasionally fumbling a word or two here or there. We stood, hands over our hearts, eyes on the fireworks, and sang.

I am thankful for my freedoms, all that they may be. I am thankful I am allowed to agree or disagree with our leadership as I see fit. I am thankful that people like my grandparents fought in past wars to preserve those freedoms. I am thankful for the women and men that are fighting across the world today, in the name of America, still believing that we are worth fighting for. Although I wish they were all at home, safe with their families, watching fireworks displays and singing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ too.

Happy Fourth of July.

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9 Comments »

  1. Well said. Glad you had a happy 4th!

    I feel kinda the same about fireworks. Now it’s more of a habit or tradition to go see them somewhere. I guess it comes with getting old. I think part of the problem is that there really haven’t been that many fireworks innovations in the past ten or fifteen years.

    That was sweet about ya’ll singing the Star Spangled Banner 😉

    Comment by Bone — July 4, 2005 @ 11:37 pm |Reply

  2. Oh God, that is the dearest thing you three singing the Star Spangled Banner. I didn’t partake of the fireworks this year. They have them down by river but it’s such a frakas to get down there and back I don’t bother. If I wasn’t afraid of falling off the roof, (due to consumption of quantities of wine and beer) I would have gotten out there and watched them.

    Comment by Carnealian — July 5, 2005 @ 7:04 am |Reply

  3. I miss the “good old days” when we could just blow up stuff right out in the front yard. Now, fireworks are illegal where I live, so we have to get caught in a traffic jam for a big show or watch neighbors partaking of sparse illegal activity.

    Glad your daughter got over her boomphobia. That’s sweet that you all sung The Star Spangled Banner together.

    Comment by AbbyNormal — July 5, 2005 @ 10:39 am |Reply

  4. I still love the fireworks for me they remind me of times when life was easy and the world was not such a scary place.

    Comment by Beanhead — July 5, 2005 @ 12:00 pm |Reply

  5. I wish they were home safe and sound singing with their families as well. That was really well said.

    It was good to see you yesterday.

    love lots ~ me

    Comment by Brittany — July 5, 2005 @ 1:13 pm |Reply

  6. Fireworks are illegal here in this county, too, but it doesn’t really seem to stop anyone. Our neighborhood was noisy until almost midnight.

    What I can’t figure out is what’s the attraction of noisemakers that don’t emit light? Meaning the entire family of firecrackers, bottle rockets, whizzers, etc etc etc – i.e. those that make a big BANG!!! but don’t actually light up and make you go, “Oooohhhh”.

    Kinda pointless if you ask me..

    Comment by Barry — July 5, 2005 @ 1:36 pm |Reply

  7. An excellent post, Interstellar Lass.

    You are invited to beam aboard the USS Enterprise.

    Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — July 5, 2005 @ 1:47 pm |Reply

  8. Very well said. I couldn’t agree more with your last paragraph, and good for your kids for realizing the meaning behind the fireworks – patriotism!

    Comment by TrueJerseyGirl — July 5, 2005 @ 2:44 pm |Reply

  9. That’s so nice, I can picture you all out on the sidewalk singing. Glad you had a nice day!

    Comment by annie — July 5, 2005 @ 5:08 pm |Reply


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