Happy Fourth

fireworks

It would be like Christmas without lefse (Norwegian version of a tortilla only made from potatoes) if I didn’t see at least a short fireworks display on the Fourth of July.

So, again this year just before dark, I’ll try drag Linda, who doesn’t share my sentimentality about tradition, off to some public fireworks show.
A few years ago, I thought it would be fun for us to ride the motorcycle over to the fairgrounds and watch for free from the parking lot. But before the first rocket’s red glare, mosquitoes by the millions descended from the sky and onto our arms, legs, neck and faces.
We left long before the grand finale but that 4th was still being remembered on the 5th and 6th every time we scratched mosquito bites on the top of our feet and back of our ears.

By the way, on the subject of my old bike, I’ve now officially parted with a second prized fun vehicle from our garage. Last summer the MG (which I’d had since 1976) was hauled away to a new owner and just this week, I’ve made a deal to part with my Kawasaki KZ 1000 motorcycle which Linda agreed to let me buy 29 years ago.motorcycle full (640x480) She happily sat behind me on lots of bike rides traveling on mostly short jaunts (like the fireworks shows)  but a few memorable longer ones too..including the Black Hills where she bravely held me tightly around my much smaller waist as we roamed the curvy roads including the wildlife loop (much too close to huge buffalo )and Needles Highway. She always trusted in my ability to drive the thing safely. But a few years ago, carburetor issues made my motorcycle a pain to get started so it sat for..what turned out to be..five years. Now, I have issues with my knees and lower back..plus my confidence in riding at the age of 73 has diminished a tad and Linda was hoping I’d put it up for sale which I did.  To be honest, I really wanted to get it running again so I could take part in the Emily’s Hope Poker Run for Angela..but it wasn’t to be. I was so delighted that 400 riders showed up to support this emotional effort to raise awareness and help for those affected by the Opioid  Epidemic.

Back to Fourth memories of youth.

My parents seemed to appreciate celebrating Independence Day with a bang. They didn’t object to our setting off Black Cat firecrackers on the street in front of our house. (I doubt if that’s officially allowed any more.)
We’d all get the obligatory “be careful” from mom and then get to the blasting.
They also didn’t seem to have a problem with our waving those welding rods called sparklers around..or staining the sidewalk with “snakes” that started out as a little black pellet but would grow, twist and curl like the real thing when ignited. My older brother, Denny, though, ruined the parental endorsement one year when he’d gotten hold of a bagful of Silver Salutes.
Those were the kind that you lit and ran away from as fast as you could because they were powerful and later banned along with cherry bombs because they were too dangerous. I never heard the whole story but I’m pretty sure my brother was demonstrating his bravado to friends by lighting and throwing them. He apparently waited too long with one and wound up spending part of that Fourth of July in the doctor’s office getting his hand sewn up and powder burns dressed.

I’m not sure if he was able to go along that year for our annual family trip to nearby Sinai for the city fireworks show.
It wasn’t much of a show by today’s standards but I can still remember my folks smiling faces as they leaned against our ’53 Mercury in anticipation of the next colorful explosion in the sky.
One year, my dad even took home movies of it.
You’ll have to come over and see them some time.

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2 Comments

  1. We 3 Anundson sisters were not given much chance with fireworks. Dad was deathly afraid we’d get hurt and insisted we stick the tiniest firework (lady finger) in the tree bark, light it with the longest punk we could find and run like crazy. Even sparklers were no fun because he watched like a hawk and took it away before it was even out. Maybe he had good reason to worry……who knows, but to this day I really don’t much care for fireworks of any kind. Bless his heart. ♥️ He loved us!

  2. Everything Peggy said was the truth! Dad instilled a deep fear in all 3 of his daughters about fireworks!!

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