Winterhaven Fourth

By Betty

After a night of brilliant, flashing lightening, loud roaring thunder, and buckets of rain, the Fourth of July arrived – a bit cloudy, a bit cooler than 100o, and a gentle wind welcoming the early Winterhaven island. The street filled with neighbors chatting happily together.

There were children decorated with red, white, and blue, some carrying a flag. Puppies and dogs pranced about with costumes, greeting fellow dogs. One lucky dog rode in a decorated wagon. People with hats like the Statue of Liberty; a World War Veteran with his World War II hat stood at attention. Tall Abe Lincoln in a long black dress jacket read the moving Declaration of Independence.

‘Four score years…’ seemed like yesterday. Abe Lincoln’s voice sounded real. Lest we forget, it reminds us. ‘We holed these truths self-evident… that all me are created equal, they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.’

Let us not forget the promise of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. Nor let us forget the responsibility it deserves.

The Scottish bag-piper led the way, followed by Brian and the huge American, red, white, and blue flag. All people there paused, hand on their hearts, while a young girl, Annie, sang the Star-Spangled Banner.

At the island, people watched and remembered.

The parade passed by.

Then came the cookies by the dozens and lemonade. And a surprise to the little children wading in the left over rain puddles, when a shiny, red fire truck sprayed them, unexpectedly, with water.

A day, a time, a gift, a responsibility to remember

God Bless America.

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