Friday, July 04, 2008

The Friday Five

This week's Friday Five:
Five Memories about the 4th.
1. Skyfire. In my hometown of Salina, Kansas, the city put on a fireworks display each year. I remember waiting what seemed FOREVER for 10 pm to finally roll around so the fireworks could start.
2. The birthday of Jamie Piercy, who lived across the street. I used to babysit her.
3. Last year we had the best time at my SIL, Linda's place. We had a barbeque, went to the Stewartville, MN town parade, and then stayed to watch the fireworks. A great day.
4. My dad's burgers on the grill. MMMMMmmmmm. I'm wicked homesick this weekend for some reason.
5. The first year Peter and I lived in Rochester, we went downtown and watched the fireworks. We drove our little gold Escort and watched the pyrotechnics explode over Silver Lake.
How about you? Any favorite memories?
Have a happy and safe Independence Day.


  1. When I was a kid going downtown to watch the local parade. What a thrill when the firetrucks, police and ambulance came through with sirens blaring. You could feel the noise pass through your body and couldn't hear your ma yell at you to clean up your room for a week!

  2. NO! The 4th of July was the weekend we painted the house when I was a kid. Blech! Of course there was the year I was pregnant with baby #3 and almost tipped the Port-o-Potty, but let's not go there.

  3. We have a house and yard full of grandkids--going to our church's free hot dog feed and some great fireworks later on. Perfect weather. Have a wonderful day.

  4. I remember one 4th of July, when I was eight. My parents, my sister, my brother, my brother's girlfriend, and I, all went to Six Flags. There was a particular rollar coaster, called "The Joker's Revenge." I remember being all excited about riding it. However, as soon as the ride started moving, I panicked. I started screaming that I wanted to get off.

    The technicians stopped the ride, and then spent 5 to 10 minutes trying to convince me to ride the thing, one of them even tried to bribe me with a funnel cake. I was an obstinate little eight year old, I absolutely refused to finish the ride. Finally, they let me off...But the hundreds of people waiting in line weren't to happy with me for holding everything up. lol.

  5. The Fourth of July before my senior year of high school, we went over to the home of some church friends to spend the afternoon. There were a lot of people there, including several friends, some of whom had gone across the border into Mexico and brought back some illegal fireworks. The house where we were was situated on the east side of the Mesilla Valley, overlooking the campus of NMSU---and the city's fireworks display was being done at the stadium. So not only did we have our own fireworks to set off, but we had prime seats to see the big display as well, just by sitting out on the front patio. Somewhere in the course of the evening, I ended up with a ginormous bug in my hair, but that's another story.