Mitch and I both grew up in small towns, and we have great memories from the fourth of July. The firemen's breakfast, the parade (saltwater taffy!), and then games and activities at the park. We wanted our kids to experience a small-town celebration like we remember. So we spent the holiday in Mitch's hometown, where the kids actually got to be in the parade with their grandpa and a few cousins. There was plenty of saltwater taffy.
After the parade everyone headed to Central Park for more festivities.
There were foot races for every age group. Mitch won second place in his race! I didn't even have the camera out for that but here's Caleb, running super-fast.
Have you ever heard of the candy bomber? Well he was from this area and for the celebration there was a candy drop from an airplane, just like the candy bomber! It was awesome! The plane did a pass or two, swooped back, and with everybody looking up in anticipation, flew over the tops of the trees and released a candy rain! Whee! It made several passes and drops.
There were games, live music, hamburgers for lunch, and a few rides, including pony rides, and an "airplane" ride made out of old...bombs? Have you seen Despicable Me? They looked just like the girls' beds (and highly unlikely to explode). Sorry, no picture.
In the evening there were sparklers, parachute jumpers and fireworks so close I literally had to get up and move back because I was afraid. Afterwards we headed back to grandma's to light our own fireworks (by this time I was suppressing yawns), and finally, to bed. It was such a beautiful day. Just what we had hoped for. And I'm proud to be an American.