Weekly Planner: Celebrate Your Family’s Patriotism

Not all of us have Revolutionary War heroes in our family tree, but throughout the years, Americans have gathered to celebrate this historic event with family, friends, and community. Do you have a Fourth of July tradition? What are your memories of the holiday from your childhood? Perhaps you even have photographs of yourself and/or family members. Take some time to record your family’s patriotism, traditions, and your memories and thoughts on the holiday. Take a moment to share your memories with us here on the blog.

2 thoughts on “Weekly Planner: Celebrate Your Family’s Patriotism

  1. Our family tradition of a Fourth of July celebration in the backyard with plenty of food, sparklers and illegal fireworks has been going on for 100 years. I am not exaggerating. My uncle was born on July 4th, 1907, his father before him was born on the Fourth, and my father was born on the Fourth of July 1909. The party was celebrated at Coney Island Beach, Rockaway Point, Wildwood State Park and later, when the family moved from Brooklyn and Queens, to my parents’ backyard in 1941. During the war years, I am told, the women in the family pooled their ration tickets so we could have hot dogs and burgers. Kegs of beer. Sausages and peppers. Usually it was a very hot and humid day so a kiddie pool was set up for my cousins and I, or we all went to a beach on the North Shore of Long Island for half a day. The real fun was in the evening, chasing fireflies and lighting sparklers. There was usually a cousin or two who managed to get hold of illegal Roman candles and other flares. The backyard all decorated in red, white and blue streamers, flags and most people wore red shirts. The Fourth was the highlight of my childhood summers as the party continued into the night adding neighbors etc to the guests. We will be celebrating at my cousin’s house this Friday. The tradition continues; another generation is coming up and the babies of the ’40′s and ’50′s are now grandparents. The original generation has left us, but memories of them are still with us.

  2. When I was a kid we lived in Bridgeport, Connecticut. The city always celebrated Barnum Festival (as in “P.T. Barnum”, and his greatest show on earth)for the full week that included 4th of July. We always went to the parade — I especially loved the marching bands — and often followed with a family picnic at my father’s sister’s home in Fairfield. You see, I thought it was all about my parents, for they were married July 4, 1941! My Mom had been orphaned at 7, was raised by an aunt and uncle in Syracuse, New York, and another aunt was her legal guardian. The aunt worked at an insurance agency 6 days a week, with only Sunday off. In 1941 the Catholic church would not allow weddings on Sundays, so my folks chose the holiday so the guardian aunt could attend the Mass and family breakfast celebration. We usually wrapped up our Independence Day celebrations with the city-sponsored fireworks at Seaside Park. I’ve been in Colorado for 30 years now and my 4th celebrations include a concert in the park with fireworks — along with some quiet time remembering and honoring my parents.

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