4th of July in my Family in the Fifties

We used to celebrate the fourth of July with our cousins. Barbecuing food, and attending the parade up town on the square. Sometimes we decorated our bikes with streamers and rode in the parade. My cousin’s cousin was in the parade, as a queen once; that was nice. Our families got along well, and my Daddy liked being with his brother. We kids would go back up town in the afternoon to attend the carnival. Sometimes our Daddies would be there too trying to win teddy bears. But our mothers usually stayed home to do something else. I have fond memories of dressing like my cousin on the 4th of July. I always dressed like my identical twin, but dressing like Lou was special. Her little brother Jerry and my little brother Richard were much younger. Nice they had someone to sit with during the fireworks at nine p.m.