Cherished memories of July 4

This weekend is the fourth of July. School just ended, and I can’t believe the stores are already stocking glue and pencils.
When I think of July celebrations from my childhood, I think of two settings. The first would be in Philadelphia. Now that is the place to visit on the Fourth of July.
There is a great deal of history in Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. There is also a great amount of humidity in Philadelphia.
 Anyway, most of the time, when I was young, we’d stay at home and attend a local park celebration, with the most awesome fireworks display and orchestra performance.
About 2 miles from my home, there is a gorgeous park with a huge outdoor amphitheater. Traditionally, on the Fourth, a program is held at the park, with a 75-member symphony orchestra performing patriotic songs all evening. At the end of the evening, the local fire department launches fireworks to the orchestra’s beat of the rhythm. 
For years, my parents would take us to the celebration. This was a pleasant time of my life. When I was young, I would sit on my mom’s lap, trying to protect my eyes and ears, from the sights and loud sounds of the fireworks and cannons. What fond memories I have of July Fourth.
Well, exactly, two years ago, I returned home for the historic weekend. I was eager to attend the annual park fireworks display, music and fun Independence Day celebration. All of my children were with me.
The entire family, cousins and all, decided to attend the evening, together. I think there were 64 of us. We packed up food, Frisbees, games, and of course, the kids. We arrived early, to the park, so we could get a good location with our lawn chairs and blankets.
 As is the tradition, our local symphony orchestra kicked off the evening with “God Bless America.” The music continued and around 7 p.m. the large outdoor amphitheater lit up to the sounds of the classics. Bach and Beethoven, along with patriotic favorites, could be heard throughout the park and surrounding areas.
 As the evening grew darker – and everyone had binged on their favorite foods, including Turkey Hill ice cream and greasy, greasy french fries – our anticipation increased. We all knew what was coming. The legendary fireworks display would conclude with the band playing “The 1812 Overture” complemented by several large cannons being shot.
This wonderful tradition is known for its huge attendance (and high humidity). The hot July heat, the band’s melodies, Frisbees flying and the roaring of the cannons are memories that I cherish.
Readers, Happy Fourth of July! May we appreciate our heritage and the efforts of our Independence Day ancestors. Likewise, may Heavenly Father continue to bless our families and our great nation.