Source: MEMORIES OF JULY 4TH
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Nineteen years ago July 16, 1996 – a Wednesday – I recall taking a dip in the pool at work. It was late afternoon but the cool waters felt great. My job as a caregiver very stressful at times. The sun was setting as I toweled off and headed home.
While dining from the comfort of my apartment I watched the news. It was then I learned of the horrible explosion of TWA 800. I watched with horror as the live shots from NY waters filled my tv screen. The next day the catastrophe became very personal as I learned I knew three of the victims, Pam Lychner, her young daughters Shannon and Katie.
My mind was filled with grief as I remembered the young family – whose lives were privileged, private schools, nice two story home with a generous pool in the back yard. I had known Pam and…
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I have a number of July 4th memories. My earliest would have to be celebrating with my family – a picnic, fire works, a cool swim. Sometimes we attended church and enjoyed a typical Baptist feast.
I recall July 4th in 1964 as my cousin Annette from Wyoming was visiting. Her mother had died the year before and Annette was getting to know her Texas family. I can recall the family had gathered at my aunt and uncle’s cabin on the creek. As we splashed in the cold creek waters, others played badminton. Fire flies danced in unison to the sounds of A Hard Day’s Night as it played over the transistor radio. The hot July heat filled the air. It was a fun day.
I recall July 4th 1969 as I was in San Diego, CA visiting family friends. The Hamms lived 19 blocks from the Pacific ocean which…
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My mother organized a Camp Fire Group in Kountze and any and all were welcome to join. We did many interesting things – camped out, appeared on Cowboy John show in Pt. Arthur and met on a regular basis at First Baptist Church. It was a good way to enjoy living in a small town.
The most memorable event for me was meeting Mrs. Frances Rhodes. By that time she was over 100 years old and lived with her daughter Mrs. Loftin. Mrs. Rhodes was bed ridden, unable to leave the confines of her home. I recall a tiny woman lying in a bed of fluffy blankets which all but obscured her. Mrs. Rhodes’ white hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her night gown clean and well tended . Her body was tired and worn but her mind was clear and concise and her memories…
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