Ten years ago yesterday...
For many, many years I took the American Independence Day for granted. I shouldn't
have - I grew up (in the 50's and early 60's) in a neighborhood where a lot of Holocaust survivors
had settled, and I met other immigrants in my childhood- from Cuba, from Romania, from
But I had never spent an Independence Day away from the United States
until 2008, when my spouse and I traveled to Canada, on our way to Saint John, New Brunswick.
We had always wanted to see the Bay of Fundy, and that was the week my
spouse was able to get off .So, on July
4th, 2008, we arrived at the U.S./Canada border.
At the crossing, a Canadian border agent questioned our
motives for visiting Canada and looked at us funny - like he knew we were about
to commit some kind of crime. Why, after all, would two Americans want
to leave their country on July 4, this most important day in our history?
We were finally allowed in, and quickly
realized we were in a place where July 4 was simply the day between July
3 and July 5. No big deal. And, we realized, there would be no
fireworks. No parades. No nothing. Crickets.
Well, we had asked for it, leaving the United States. It did feel a bit lonely, I admit.
I love fireworks. I love 4th of July fireworks even better. What had I been thinking? But, so be it.
After a long drive, we arrived at our lodgings in downtown Saint John,
We wandered down to the waterfront, hungry. After deciding on a
restaurant, we sat at an outdoor table and put our order in. But then,
we overheard the people at the next table, excited about the fireworks
Saint John was going to have that night.
July 4 fireworks in Canada? We asked the people at the table where the
fireworks would be. They were just a short distance away, in easy
walking distance. Perfect!
It turned out that we had arrived on the first decent day in July. The
Canada Day fireworks had been delayed by rain on July 1. And on July
2. And on July 3.
On July 4, the weather finally cleared up.
So, that evening, my spouse and I stood in a patriotic crowd of
Canadians celebrating their birthday, three days late, with
fireworks. Somehow, I felt right at home.
I'm so glad they held their fireworks up just so we could join them on
July 4. Who says Canadians aren't some of the friendliest people in the
Here are some 5th of July flowers for you, my dear readers.
and (almost) blue.
Day five of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost