When I was young we would meet up with my Grandparents
and watch the fireworks at "the club".
I can still smell the wet grass
since it was in Phoenix
and one of the only places with expansive lawns
wet down for fireworks
that were so close we could watch them set them off!
Several years were spent at Girl Scout Camp.
Camp Mariposa was in the hills of Prescott AZ.
In the late afternoon we would climb the hills
sip on orange and peppermint
And enjoy the works from the side of the mountain
Going back to camp was always a trick
My first overseas 4th was in Germany.
Scott and I had just met.
We lived in a town that had five military bases
and each one put off their own fireworks.
We sat on the Main River and watched them all.
When the children were babies
we had moved to Washington DC
And braved the million person crowd
Yes, I am borrowing all of these pictures.
Fireworks over the Flint Hills were next.
We would sit on the parade field and watch them go off overhead.
Monterey Bay was next.
They would shoot off the fireworks over the bay!
From our house we could sit on the front lawn and watch the entire thing.
At the American Club in Hong Kong
was the wildest.
No pictures allowed.
It was SO hot and we took the bus with lots of littles there.
Embassy people do it right.
Hawaii at the Hale Koa
Our last overseas 4th was in Saudi Arabia.
No pictures again.
Nothing like sitting in the crushing heat
with a black abaya on
but is was well worth it.
We did seven years in Flagstaff
with hardly ever a firework
parade, yes, fireworks, no.
It was fireseason and we did not belong to the club.
Back to Kansas
and now on the East coast again.
Today is in downtown Dover.
fireworks at sunset!