All the big firework shows in our neck of the woods were displayed on July 3rd. What? Why? I don't know the answer to either question. Beth & I were in Wichita Falls, TX on Saturday and we got to watch their Fireworks from the Walmart parking lot. Quite festive.
We saved our fireworks for Sunday, July 4th. We started the day by going to church where we sang many of the great patriotic songs. "America, America, God shed His grace on thee," "Long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light; protect us by they might, great God our King," and "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord...His truth is marching on." Good sermon, good fellowship and a good morning worship service.
Lunch and a movie at Gran's, then we waited out the light. How funny that our Sunday School lesson was about the light being good and the dark being bad (I Thessalonians 5:1-11) and then we go home and can't wait until it's dark so we can shoot off our fireworks.
We live in the wild west where there are no laws about shooting off fireworks. Anything goes. And they did. Fireworks of every kind started cracking and popping at early sunset. We gathered in Gran's back yard when it could really be called dark and watched fireworks shoot up into the sky from all over town. Literally hundreds of dollars went up in smoke, providing entertainment to all. We saved the three rockets that Pa bought until it was good and dark and other people's fireworks were slowing down. We liked ours the best. It began to rain as our last ember hit the ground.
We said goodnight to Gran and headed down the street to our house. The noise of Independence Day continued.