When I was a kid growing up in Middlebush, New Jersey, every 4th of July was celebrated the same way. The day kicked off at 10 a.m. with the Middlebush Volunteer Fire Department parade. Every kid under the age of ten decorated his or her bike, tricycle or wagon with red, white and blue bunting and joined the parade. The fire engines led the way, sounding their horns and stopping traffic. After the parade we stood in line for juice, cookies and a small prize. It was small town America at its best.
Later that afternoon, we had a family picnic in the back yard. I always felt that summer started with that parade and I remember it fondly.
I don’t make it to the Middlebush parade anymore, but the 4th of July picnic is still a family tradition. Later today, we will congregate at my niece’s new home (she and her husband just got married last month.) There are more of us than there were when I was a kid, but the day is still about family, potato salad, Frisbees, patriotism and the beginning of summer.
Happy 4th of July to all of my readers who celebrate. Have a wonderful, fun day and mindfully enjoy every moment!
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