Some of my favorite childhood memories involve celebrating the Fourth of July. My mom owns a small farm in the Loess Hills in Iowa, where we lived during the summer (the rest of the year we lived in Omaha). Relatives (and I have a lot of them - my mom came from a family of 11 children) would gather and spend a day or two or three, pitching tents or parking their RVs in the field in front of the old farmhouse. Vast quantities of food would appear on makeshift tables, and the multiple cousins and I would help turn the handle to make homemade vanilla ice cream.
Watermelons and seed-spitting "contests", an occasional hog roast, horseshoes, and night-time hide-and-seek. I had a tree house in the back and we spent hours playing in our "fort" or tramping around in the woods or swimming in the creek. We also had a swing in the big old oak tree. We also used to lay out in the yard and watch the stars at night, waiting for lunar eclipses or meteor showers; I usually ended up falling asleep!
But the best part of all were the fireworks! My stepfather loved them and we would make a special trip to Rockport, Missouri each year and bring home big paper bags full of them. The rules were very strict, however, no fooling around or we couldn't play with them. Light the fuse and run away! There was a scary incident once particularly dry summer when we accidently set the field on fire with bottle rockets. We beat the fire out with wet blankets; it was a good thing we were able to do so as the nearest town (and fire department) is eight miles away. My little brother and I had the best time blowing pieces of bark off the old hackberry tree in the yard with Black Cats! My favorite of all are the "parachutes". To this day, I love the smell of fireworks and the smoke drifting in the night time air.
I was happy to enjoy this year's parade in Ralston, a small BBQ, and a couple of fireworks displays with good friends. I missed the traditional Rosenblatt display, I chose not to go because of the rainy weather, but did catch the Harrah's one from the new Omaha-Council Bluffs pedestrian bridge, and the Field Club neighborhood display only a few blocks from my house, which though small, is pretty impressive.
A few other folks decided
to join us.
I caught some pretty shots from the bridge and thought I'd share them.
