Sunday . . . and all across the USA people are saying,
"Hey, we don't have to go to work tomorrow!"
Yes, Monday isn't Blue this week. It is Red, White and Blue for the Fourth of July.
Happy Independence Day!
| Me, in today's attire. Ain't I a treat? Image courtesy The Graphics Fairy. |
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July 1, 2010
Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his cap, and called it macaroni.
Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy.
And this, boys and girls, is why macaroni salad is traditionally served
at Fourth of July backyard barbecues all across the United States.
I just now made that up.
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It's the Fourth of July (almost -- use your imagination!) so what else is there to do
but put together a table setting in the red, white and blue of Old Glory?
Open windows and soft breezes, that's summer.
The white cabbage pedestal plate from Goodwill is playing host to a Dollar Tree pillar candle,
some Party City floating flaming stars, and daisies and hydrangeas from the garden.
The Liberty Blue Staffordshire china dishes -- a legacy from the Bicentennial -- rest on
our red party plates, with antique monogrammed linen lapkins (eBay) tucked underneath.
Blue swirled votive holders -- also Dollar Tree.
We'll be ringing for a long, long time.
And George and Martha Washington have come to lend a little spice to the table.
If George looks a little disgusted with Martha, it's because she just can't help making a spectacle of herself at parties. If it's not a lampshade on her head, it's a frilly flag toothpick.
The girl's got game.
but I'll do my best to serve it in style. With maybe a frilly flag toothpick in my hair.
Me and Martha, sisters under the skin.
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Speaking of sisters . . .
. . . the fine sister manning (womanning?) that cannon is Molly Pitcher -- whose real name was notMolly Pitcher, but she went down in history with that nickname.
At the Battle of Monmouth in New Jersey she buzzed around, dodging bullets and cannonballs, bringing water to thirsty troops (it was June and blazing hot). When her husband collapsed at his artillery post, she took over the cannon and helped to win the day for the Patriots.
Yay, Molly. She might have lived in Pennsylvania, but she was born in New Jersey, and became the stuff of legend here. She died the year That Old House was built -- 1832.
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And that's all I've got, friends, for this Sunday,
the day before Independence Day.
Happy Birthday, America!
Let Freedom Ring, even the freedom to be silly on such an important holiday.
Let Freedom Ring, and never take it for granted. -- Cass





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