Happy 4th of July to each of you. I am glad you took time to come Through My Back Door and have a cup of coffee. This is one of my favorite holidays and I have lots of wonderful 4ths to remember. Today a special one came to my mind. I always spent my summers in Ohio with my maternal grandparents. As you know I was their only grandchild and they loved having me. I loved going and always came home outfitted for school. Grandma would take me shopping and buy the appropriate things, then Grandpa would take me and buy what I wanted.lol I can still see Grandma scowling over a dress or two he let me buy.lol
Anyway I was always there for the 4th. We would go to the fairgrounds in Coshocton to celebrate. One year the people across the street, who owned a funeral home and (where I got a tour that grossed me out)lol invited me and my friend Ruth to go with them and eat supper. Grandma and Grandpa would come out later for the fireworks. I can still feel how important I felt riding in the back seat of that big black Cadilac and going through the gates of the fair grounds. I remember their names, Arthur Dawson and his wife Hilda. What a treat for two young girls.this was an act of kindness they never expected to live on so many years. Never has hot dogs and hamburgers tasted so good.
Another vivid memory about Coshocton is Isaly's ice cream shoppe, that was on Main St. We would get ice cream everyday and those cones were big! I swear that is where my addiction started.lol
My grandpa carried the mail through the Amish country and I would go on the mail route with him. I always hated it when they spoke German/Dutch and I couldn't understand what they were saying. I also remember a lot of the post masters calling me names, like "little ridge runner", "hillbilly","moon shiner" etc. Always in a kind way. They would ask if I had my shoes on, which I did, but only because I had too.lol
Another Coshocton memory is walking downtown. I lived in the country and this was so exciting to me. My friends and I could walk to the movies, and roller skate in the streets. What wonderful memories.
Well, enough of memory lane. I will share just a few red, white and blue pictures that I like.
Now does this make you smile?
I just love this picture of the patriotic clothes pins. Or pegs, as my blog fairy calls them.
This is small town America.
Thanks for coming Through My Back Door where life is good, and God Bless America.
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