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I’ve always loved The Fourth of July and the way the community got together to celebrate our Independence Day when Wayne and I were newly married and raising our family. Some of my happiest memories are of taking the children to celebrate by watching the parade and the fireworks display. Our oldest son, Ted, was about five when he saw his first marching band. He was mesmerized by the sights and the music and seemed enthralled with the man in front with the big baton. When I asked him if he wanted to march in a band one day, he nodded eagerly. Then I asked him what instrument he wanted to play. It took him a while to answer, and when he did his eyes were bright with enthusiasm. “I want to play the whistle,” he told me.
Posted on July 2, 2009 in Blog