July 4 Celebration

My mother was afraid of deep water, a fear she transmitted to me early on. In spite of that, my married siblings insisted on celebrating Independence Day fishing from the banks of the San Joaquin River or picnicking beside a clear stream in the foothills. It was a break for adults to escape a mundane workday and for kids to have fun splashing in the water. Mama kept a watchful eye on me. If I ventured into water above my knees, she waded beside me and kept a firm grip on the back of my clothes. All that changed on July 4, 1954.

That morning, we dressed in our finest, buckled our polished shoes, and walked to church. My brother, Frank, and his family were there when we arrived. His youngest son, James Henry, sat in a far corner, arms folded across his chest, head down.

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked Homer, his teen brother.

“He wanted to go to the river today, but Dad made us come to church.”

“Same for us,” I said. “Church comes first on Sundays. James should know that.”

“We always go to the river on his birthday, so coming to church today was bad enough. Then things got worse.” Homer looked toward James. “He’s nine today and he just found out that all this time we’ve been celebrating Independence Day on July 4, not his birthday.”




Filed under Blogging, Holidays, Memoir

5 responses to “July 4 Celebration

  1. I love my July 4th birthday and I’m sure James grew to enjoy the fact that everyone celebrated his birthday.

    • A birtthday becomes even more lost on a Christmas birthday.

      • I agree, Eloise. Christmas has to be the most difficult birthday/holiday. People I’ve known born on that day have told me their birthdays were seldom acknowledged. Even when that happened, the shared gift was wrapped in holiday paper, not birthday paper.

    • Hi Aunt Violet, This is a cute story about family stuff.

    • Birthday were seldom recognized in our family, but holiday get-togethers were big deals. James was disappointed until he realized how fortunate he was to be share his birthday with the nation because none of his three older brothers had birthday celebrations while growing up. Every time I see Independence Day fireworks, I think of James. Now I can add you to those thoughts.

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