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Happy Declaration of Independence to the World!

4 Jul

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When we were kids, my siblings, cousins and I, the 4th of July meant the yearly pilgrimage to Beverly Farms up on the North Shore above Boston to the McMichael cousins house.

We’d arrive before noon to check out the races and games down on West Beach. We too were racers… racing in and out of the cold Atlantic surf, wandering up and down the beach, under the pier to check out the barnacles,

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and gather like a chatty flock of sea gulls on the warm sand.

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We would all eventually make it back for the early afternoon cookout with enormous amounts of food as every family then as now brought along enough for an army of Irish and otherwise to eat up.

The rest of the afternoon was whiled away with games like badminton, crochet, whiffle ball, hide and seek and of course many of us brought our baseball gloves to play catch with anyone and everyone… we were a baseball family, especially in the summer. We were just waiting for dusk.

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There would be chains of us cousins holding hands, winding our way through the crowds to claim our little piece of sand to watch the serious fireworks about to happen as soon as it was full dark.

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The harbor was filled with small boats. (a small harbor compared to what I remember) Their running lights were on and fingers ready on their horns.

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The fireworks were shot off that long pier in the harbor and as many firework displays I’ve seen over the years, there have been none better.

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And Fireworks music it was! You could hear the ooohs and aaaahs from the crowd on the beach but especially the horns and lights of the boats in harbor.

Spending July 4th with my family as a child is one of the reasons I bought our house in Pittsfield in Berkshire County, way Western Mass, because I could see the fireworks from Wahconha Park from the house. We live just above one of the oldest minor league baseball parks in the country…1914 or so.

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I really am 11 inside and fireworks in some way honor that part of me that is 11. So does my favorite movie “THE WIZARD OF OZ” but that’s another story completely.

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Something that has been part of my “bucket list” for a very long time is flying above the USA on the 4th of July. I mean how cool would that be… to see our country’s celebration from high above.  Two summers ago, I got my wish. Elizabeth and I left Logan Airport in Boston at 9 PM on July 3rd flying to Finland with a stopover in Iceland.

We hadn’t left the runway yet when the displays started all around us. The plane took off for Iceland and we followed the fireworks all the way up the coast thru Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Maine.

The fireworks got smaller and smaller as we headed up higher but still discernible. It was one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen… I still get goosebumps and Elizabeth is still convinced it happened that way ’cause I’m Irish! For whatever reason, it’s a sight I will never forget as long as I live!

Happy Birthday, America… Happy Birthday to our Declaration of Independence and a new way of looking at things…

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Holy Day of Obligation

5 Apr

Oldest Catholic Church in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

To the millions of Roman Catholics around the world today is Maundy Thursday of Holy Week.  One of the most important days of the Liturgical calendar year.  It commemorates the last supper of Jesus with his disciples before his Death and Resurrection  on Easter Sunday.  It is a Holy Day of Obligation.
However for other millions it is also a Holy Day of Obligation because it’s the Red Sox Opening Day of the 2012 baseball season.  I got a lot of thumbs up from folks and even a wave, a nod and smile from a police officer on duty on North Street as I drove by a road construction site.

I try to get to Fenway Park to catch a game at least once a year.

I was wearing my official Red Sox jacket and green baseball cap with the old fashion red B.  Yes, I am a true red blooded 3rd generation member of Red Sox Nation.  My Grandmother rooted for Babe Ruth in a Red Sox uniform.  This is a special season because Fenway park is the oldest and turns 100 years old this year.

Hand knit Red Sox.

Even a broken ankle couldn't stop my Red Sox love!

I make the entire family participate in the celebration of the return of baseball.

The dogs are all decked out for opening day.

The dogs are pretty good natured about it bit the cats are like, “Why are you doing this and we hate you for it!”

Maeve is a so-so fan.

Nisha is so NOT a fan.

My wife likes to say she’s a Red Sox fan by marriage.

Yeah, that's a pink hat.

Heck, we even have the stuffed animals getting into the act!

In memory of our Beloved Apricot Sara.

So for me today the excitement of finishing the chicken coop and the coming chickens on Saturday and the impending start of a new job on Monday all take a total back seat.  Elizabeth however has the predator proof bathroom brooder all set up and planted more seeds for the garden.  I guess it’s kind of good she’s not as obsessed about baseball as I am.  But you know what they say about gardeners and Baseball fans (especially Red Sox fans)… Hope springs eternal!