A special day indeed, and we thank you, Cousin Abraham! (Second cousin, 7x removed, but who’s counting?)
A tradition was born on July 4th 1776, as traditions typically do, without pomp or circumstance.
John Adams wrote to his wife Abigail—“It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.”
Another tradition embedded itself slowly in the Ryder/Green/Dayvault family over the past half dozen or so years, as “Joe and his Amazing Fireworks Display” has become more and more elaborate.
But tradition is a good thing; this year, the thought of a party occurring at her home without her finally was the motivation needed by Evelyn to walk again, after a long and complex recovery from back surgery back in March.
So we celebrated yesterday, with plastic tables groaning under their load of burgers, and chips, and potato salads, and we laughed loudly and often, and we celebrated with a fabulous display of pyrotechnical machinations.
Click here to Enjoy the fireworks—(sorry, there are no leftover’s!)