The first time my grandparents decided to test out this now tradition, there were about 10 of us and we stayed for just a night or two. The last time, there were over 20 and we stayed for nearly a week. This tradition slowly tapered off after Papa died in 2003, but the memories will forever be imprinted in my mind, especially around this time of year.
To all the families out there cherishing their three-days weekend and celebrating one of the greatest moments in our nations' history, I say cheers and have a great Independence Day.
As for me, psssh, this lady is headed lakeside for a glorious weekend. Catch you on the flip side!
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I have to say I cried a little at this post. Not because I was there but because of those who never will and of course because..... well you know. Oh how I miss him.
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