My family and I had a wonderful day yesterday. To celebrate the Fourth of July, we first went to my Mom’s house for lunch. Several relatives and friends gathered there for a fine meal of pork barbecue, ribs, baked beans, potato salad and Brunswick stew. We ate until we couldn’t hold another bite then waddled into the living room to watch the launch of the space shuttle.
Later that afternoon, my boys went over to my mom’s neighbor’s house and went swimming with her grandchildren. They had such a great time. When they came back, we had boiled peanuts and watermelon. It was great.
After that I took my boys out to my grandma’s farm because they wanted to do some target shooting with their .22 rifles. They raised watermelons on the farm this year and their were quite a few rotten ones laying around that made great targets. Have you ever seen what kind of effect a hollow-point slug has on a watermelon that has been baking in 100 degree heat all day? The results are really quite spectacular.
Last night we went to Faceville, GA, for fireworks. You probably have never heard of this place, it actually makes Mayberry look like a big city, but there are some good folks there. In the fellowship hall of the Baptist church, they were serving fried chicken dinners. The chicken looked wonderful but we were too full of peanuts, watermelon and ribs to even think about eating, so we just got a big ol’ glass of ice tea and went outside to watch the fireworks. There was maybe 100 or so people there and we sat around the bleachers of the old sandlot while the fire department shot the fireworks from foul territory in left field. Before the show started, a little nine-year-old girl sang the hound out of the national anthem over the loudspeaker on the firetruck. As soon as she finished, there were four Civil War re-enactors there who thought it would be funny to sneak up behind everyone and fire their muskets. After everyone got over that, the fireworks began. Because of the small area, the fireworks were literally exploding directly overhead. The crowd would clap, whistle and cheer after every shot. It wasn’t the biggest fireworks display I have ever seen, but I don’t think I have ever enjoyed one any more than I did that one.
We went back to grandma’s where my dad fired off some bottle rockets he had bought for the boys. After my grandma loaded us down with tomatoes and a watermelon, we left and went home.
It was a great day and one that made me very thankful to be an American.