My daddy was a Yankee Doodle Dandy, born on the fourth of July. Fourth of July when I was young meant Mama’s fried chicken, potato salad, an icy cold watermelon, and for Daddy’s birthday, Mama’s German Chocolate Cake. With seven kids, you didn’t go spending money on fireworks that are gone in a flash- literally. Sparklers were all we got…but we thought they were pretty great. Our small town had an evening fireworks display at the local baseball field. One “exciting” fourth of July, all of the fireworks caught fire and began to go off all at once, some aiming for us spectators in the bleachers as we all scrambled for cover!
I feel a bit sorry for kids nowadays. We live in a cynical, disillusioned world. When I was in school we learned the Pledge of Allegiance and took its words seriously. We honored the flag. We sang all the patriotic songs, even “God bless America”, in public school. We were raised to be patriotic. Now, many of today’s children don’t know what it means to be proud to be an American. Many aren’t even taught the flag salute, the national anthem, or other patriotic songs. Many don’t know the great foundations our nation was built upon. I know our country has issues, but in spite of its problems, I love our country. I pray that God will bless America and shed His grace on her.
LOVE LOVE LOVE you red, white & blue :) and the new one in your header!!
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Have a blessed 4th my friend
Very pretty photos love the ...red, white and blue and very patriotic!!!
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th July from Ireland :)
ReplyDeleteAmen Sister. Your forgot the sparklers in the cake in place of candles. I always think of Daddy this time of year. He would have been 89.
ReplyDeleteAs the big sister of a soldier who was born on the 4th of July, I can relate to it being an extra-special day. He is in Iraq for his birthday this year. That makes it hard over here!
ReplyDeleteblessings and happy independence day!