Presenting a good fireworks display July 3 was essential, not only for the huge number of spectators in Trentini Stadium, but especially for each of the Fourth of July committee members who worked hard to pull off a great show after the fiasco last year, which followed a rain downpour.
There were a lot of disappointed fans last year when the fireworks display lasted only a few minutes.
This year’s show, presented by Zambelli Fireworks, apparently pleased everyone, according to comments heard afterward. It looks like they’ll be back to do the show next year too.
The extremely capable, Rhonda Alderman, who has served as committee president for a number of years, wrote to members in an e-mail Friday afternoon, “We’ve certainly had our challenges this year, but we always overcome with the Good Lord’s help! Everyone joined together and that’s why I love working with each and everyone of you. We do what we have to do in giving back to our great town!”
The cooler weather Thursday evening was appreciated, but there was a brief time when some scattered raindrops started falling and maybe a dozen people left. But within a few minutes — right about 9 p.m. — the stadium lights went out and the terrific fireworks began with plenty of noise and color.
Minister son goes an extra mile
My late wife Peggy and I always loved our large screened-in porch, for either eating from our big table and bench set, or for just relaxing and feeling the cool breezes. But it tends to be a gathering place for odds and ends. After Peggy died in 2005, the annual spring cleaning has always fallen on son Bobby’s and my shoulders. But after Bobby’s death in April, I just couldn’t get motivated to tackle the job by myself.
I was surprised last week when son, Jimmy, said he was coming with the girls to help Saturday.
I wish I had taken a few pictures to show the before and after because I can’t begin to tell you what a change was made during the hours of toil with Mary Nancy, 13, Ruthie, 17, their dad, Jimmy, and mother, Ginger (in the kitchen). It was just the spark I needed to get me going!
The girls even tackled the huge trunk on the patio next to the swimming pool stuffed full of all kinds of toys and playthings for pool fun. It was the first time it had been opened in two years because we didn’t open the pool last year. It required all kinds of scrubbing and rinsing.
Jimmy saw things I just never thought about because I got used to them being an eyesore and always thought someday I would get around to tossing or cleaning them.
There’s no telling how many empty cardboard boxes were thrown out, and the huge trash receptacle for town pickup is now overflowing. Afterward, I hosed off the brick retaining wall for flowers and the top of more bricks which still had April’s green pollen from our nearby pine trees.
Jimmy then organized and cleaned my three small wall shelves. It was nice to again see the stone section which had been covered in junk, and now is being used as a storage place for pool equipment.
Three wicker chairs and small center table, beloved heirlooms from my mother in 1969 and painted by her (Lord only knows how many times), a chaise lounge, a fold-up lawn chair, a wooden newspaper discard box, a drying rack for swim suits and towels and a clean carpet complete the picture now.
I am so proud of it, I can hardly contain myself from spending every moment there.
Birthday card mystery solved
I have an answer to the quandary about who sent me an early birthday card with extra-shaky handwriting showing a golden retriever with a rolled up piece of paper in his mouth standing in front of a large hole and mound of fresh dirt in the foreground.
It was not from a member of our Thursday breakfast gang at The Border Restaurant, as I first thought, but from my best friend, Mavis Dew. The shaky handwriting was the result of her injuries after falling downstairs while moving an empty file cabinet last January.
She wrote that when she saw that card, she just had to buy it for me.
As an afterthought, Mavis added, “Actions speak louder than words. You are much too young for reaching 85 years old. I am going to help Big Red bury that birth certificate.”
“Here in America we are descended in blood and in spirit from revolutionaries and rebels — men and women who dared to dissent from accepted doctrine. As their heirs, may we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower, in a speech at the Columbia University Bicentennial dinner, May 31, 1954.
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