I’m sure I got my patriotism from my daddy. He didn’t serve in the military but he was a proud American to the core. He had that choke-up reflex at the sight of a flag or anything remotely patriotic. And lo and behold – so do I!!
I was raised by him and mama in the ’50s and ’60s and even though he and I might have butted heads a bit over the culture and ideas of the time (yes, I thought I knew everything), but his beliefs really influenced my own today. (Of course, being formerly married to a sailor and living in military towns for a few years also influenced my thinking!). I can hardly pass a flag without that pride in our country that is so deeply imbedded in my heart and bubbling to the surface.
Growing up, we always celebrated the 4th watching parades, shooting fireworks and cooking out with family and friends. I raised the girls the same way, and we repeated many of these traditions over the years. I plan to do a few of those things again this year and will probably enjoy a little watermelon too.
This 4th of July feels quite different from those in years past. Maybe it’s because I’m older and I realize how little I really do know and understand. But I do believe the flag still represents the same thing. It represents the fact that we are free, because of the bravery and sacrifice of great men and women who have stood and continue to stand to defend our country.
Long may she wave. Happy 4th of July!