Wednesday, July 04, 2012
I grew up in small town America in the 60ís- a little village- Gulf Breeze, Florida. The community, even though small, had large July 4th celebrations. We had a parade through town where I marched as a Cub Scout and in later years I road my bike with the other kids in town. You could go to the park and go on boat rides and watch archery demonstrations, watermelon eating contest, a town clown made balloons and a local band played music. At our church for the 4th, we always had some sort of patriotic music festival and on Sunday we always sang the national anthem.
It was a different time of course and everyone was very inflexible about their love for country. Today, we do experience the 4th of July in various ways but still the love for country hasnít changed. Oh, I see patriotism ebb and flow- the height of it just after 9/11. But still you canít help enjoying the freedom we all have and be respectful of the price paid for that freedom.
I hope you have great memories of past July 4ís and I hope you take a minute to remember, Freedom comes with a price.