Glad it didn’t work out with the British

Last week was July the 4th and our annual neighborhood parade.  We have participated almost every year since we moved here in 2003.  While she was still able, my sweet mommy would ride in the front seat of the convertible and wave a small American flag to our neighbors standing in front of their houses as we passed by.

Turner Carson parade 070409

The grands have rode in the parade many years with mixed levels of excitement.  I thought for sure my grandson who will be 16 next week would want to drive Grandpa’s convertible in the parade.  Instead, it was me driving, my embarrassed 12 year old granddaughter on the boot and my daughter holding her dog, Ace, in the front seat.  My grandson did not even get out of bed to watch us drive slowly by.

I think next year it may be me and Ace.Ace parade.png

All this got me thinking about how thankful I am to live free in a place where you can have a neighborhood parade.

 

I am glad the early colonists weren’t able to work it all out with the British.

My husband and I enjoy watching TURN: Washington’s Spies about the early days of the American Revolution.  Sometimes during the series, I will forget that I know the outcome and I will be worried for Washington and his Continental Army.  The methods of communication were painfully slow and unreliable.  It wasn’t like you could text someone and say, “The British are coming!”

Perhaps if there had been better communication, the founding fathers could have just picked up the phone and called someone on King George’s staff to voice their discontent with the taxation.  Better yet, John Adams could have Skyped King George himself and settled all the issues in one video chat.  I’m really glad they didn’t.

Broken communications can cause broken relationships.  Broken relationships can lead to broken hearts.  Like most brokenness, it sometimes takes years before you can find any purpose in all that misery.  Sometimes it takes 241 years.

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