Fourth

For the first time in years (I honestly can't remember how many) I got to spend the 4th of July with my family in my home town. We started the weekend at the the city park for a beautiful fireworks show Friday evening - I don't know that I've ever been that up close and personal with fireworks before.

Saturday morning the town firefighters kept up a long-time tradition of blasting us all of out bed with a series of explosions starting at 5:30. After sleeping in to make up for the early morning, we headed back down to the park for lunch, games and the races. For some of my photos of my adorable niece and nephew enjoying the 4th, see my sister's post.

Next up was the parade - we managed to snag one of the last empty spaces on main street - in front of the bar, I guess no one else wanted to be seen sitting there?

One of my favorite entries came from the local waste disposal company - when was the last time you saw guys dressed as garbage cans and port-a-potties in a parade?


But loyal girl that I am, the best float was the patriotic one pulled by my brother and his fiancee in their shiny Dodge, built by the people my dad and brother work with. And, yes, that is J filling up Miss M's candy supply the easy way.


During the fireworks on the 3rd they played an old Montgomery Gentry song, My Town, that gave me a warm fuzzy - mostly because it felt so good to be home with my family celebrating my country in my hometown.

Pin It

Pin It