What a busy day!
I started working on the wall. I got some wiring done for the 3-way switch and the hall light. I got the door frame all set and attached. Put the top plate on the short side of the wall, and a lot more.
Around 10:30 am I decided to take a break and go see what Independence Day was like in Palmyra. I am sure glad I did. About a block from the house is the Village Park where the festivities were taking place. The first person I ran into was our mayor, Vicky Daly.
The park was full of people gathering to hear the Village Choir and hear some patriotic addresses. Mayor Daly talked. A re-enactor recited the Declaration of Independence (the audience cheered.) The VFW presented the Nation’s colors.
A young elementary school boy led us in the pledge. (Everyone placed their hands on their hearts and participated. The patriotism is so strong in this village, I choked up as we said the pledge.) The choir sang the National Anthem (and nobody yelled, “Play ball,” afterwards.)
All sorts of people were coming to the park. They were selling brats and burgers. Les was selling his famous fudge, popcorn and slush puppies. People were dressed in red, white and blue. It was a real feeling of patriotism. Oh, and when I went up to people and said, “Happy Independence Day”, nearly every single person put on a big smile and said, “Why, thank you!”
Well, I figured I better go home and go back to working on the wall. With Elizabethe’s and Elder Kent Pulsipher’s help, I hung 4 sheets of sheet rock. I tested my wiring (and it worked the 1st time !!!) And I got the mortise done for the door latch.
About that time Ben and Ilene drove up in their motor home.
So, I quit working and came and greeted them. After they all had a chance to tour the house and use the bathroom, I took them for a short walking tour of the village.
I commented, “Who would have thought the highlight would be the Village Park?”
“Uncle Brent, we don’t have parks like this in California!” my niece responded.
Yeah, there is something to be said about living in a small town where bleeding-heart-liberalism hasn’t outlawed seesaws, or the little spinning merry-go-rounds, where peole take off their baseball cap when the flag passes by, where people decorate their houses with red-white-and-blue bunting and put flags out on every patriotic day, and some all year long. This is a town where you walk down the street and you actually talk to the people sitting on their front porch, and they may even invite you to come sit and talk for a while.