B. L. Marchant
WRITING SAMPLE
Don't let it Rain on Your Parade
first appeared on July 2, 1992
Barefoot Bay Sun
July 4 has always been an important date, both in the history
of our country and in many family traditions. For me, it has taken on many
meanings throughout the years.
While studying American History in school, it was the date on the top of the
Declaration of Independence, written by a handful of men who deliberated much
over what words were necessary to declare a brand-new country, and explain the
reasons for separation from England.
Although some of the names at the bottom of this document would not make it to
the memory banks of future generations, a couple of them became symbols of
freedom as we know it here in the great United States.
In later years, Independence Day revolved more around who was going to have the
best fireworks in the neighborhood, and the entire family would scale the ladder
to the tar-paper roof of the backyard shed.
We spoke of the battles that were so much a part of our country's fight for
freedom. So many years later, sparklers were our weapons for the evening.
Sparklers and mosquito repellent, that is.
Backyard barbeques were great. The house was filled with laughter and about 20
people. It seemed like a hundred. Adults and children were enjoying the festive
mood. Watermelon became somewhat of a tradition, but the house rule was that
youngsters must eat the seed-filled stuff on the front porch, so the mess was
easier for mom to deal with.
There were hazards to this, though, since the dog loved watermelon, and didn't
always want to wait his turn for a bite. Shreiks and giggles could be heard with
dog on one end and child on the other of that red and green wedge.
The fireworks displays finally disappeared from the neighborhood (the daredevils
moved away), and commercial displays became the rule.
One of the best spots to see it all in Miami was from our boat anchored just
south of Marine Stadium on Key Biscayne. From there, we could see displays from
downtown Miami, Marine Stadium (of course), Cutler Ridge, Homestead and Turkey
Point. That was one of the few years I can remember that it didn't rain on
Fourth of July.
Rain on "the Fourth" has always been kind of a tradition, too. It could be close
to drought conditions for weeks, and lo and behold, everyone would get soaked
just about the time the fireworks began.
Sebastian's parade, activities and display of pyrotechnics has been impressive,
even to someone from the big city. I am pleased to be a part of such a patriotic
group of people, and I am pleased to see Barefoot Bay getting involved with
festivities and fun on such an important day.
With all the rain we've had in recent days, maybe it won't "you-know-what" this
year.
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