The 4th of July certainly is an excellent holiday. When I was a kid, we always celebrated at the farm place of my Grandpa & Grandma Gales, up on the hill just west of St. Joe (Iowa). Lots of cousins milling around, lots of food; sometimes a baseball game; plenty of ice cream; mosquitoes; also sparklers, firecrackers and a few more interesting (though possibly illegal) fireworks courtesy of my truck-driving uncle, Daryl Baker, and his interstate travels. But we never had a poster or decorated cake as awesome as those in the accompanying photos (taken July 4, 1991).
The 4th of July certainly is an excellent holiday. When I was a kid, we always celebrated at the farm place of my Grandpa & Grandma Gales, up on the hill just west of St. Joe (Iowa). Lots of cousins milling around, lots of food; sometimes a baseball game; plenty of ice cream; mosquitoes; also sparklers, firecrackers and a few more interesting (though possibly illegal) fireworks courtesy of my truck-driving uncle, Daryl Baker, and his interstate travels. But we never had a poster or decorated cake as awesome as those in the accompanying photos (taken July 4, 1991).
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