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Measuring Summer on the Fourth

When I was a kid, we used to watch the Monroe fireworks from the grounds of the teacher's college my mother had attended. (It's the Senior Center now.) My brother and I would spread out blankets and wait, wrestling and rough-housing with each other, or with kids we knew who'd come to watch in the same place. One year, there were new trees planted near our prime viewing spot. I can still hear my mother's voice from that first year: "Be careful of those little trees! Don't knock them down!" We must not have hurt them, because they're upwards of 30 feet high now, so there'll be no watching the fireworks from our old spot this year.

The Fourth has always been a favorite holiday of mine, although it occurs to me that it's more evidence that I can't do math very well. I always think of it as the halfway point of summer, and I don't think I'm alone in this. But Memorial Day was only five weeks ago, and there are nearly two full months before Labor Day weekend, the Badger football opener, and the beginning of school. But we don't always measure time with a calendar. We measure it through fragments of memory, snippets of songs, snapshots we've held onto--all the stuff that reminds us who we are and how far we've come. They're the things we often like to take out and flip through on holidays such as this.

Enjoy the holiday. Be careful with those firecrackers.

07/02/2013 7:23PM
Measuring Summer on the Fourth
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