Today my son and I read about community Fourth of July events on the internet, trying to decide which ones to attend. I mentioned that we celebrate America’s birthday on this day because that’s when the Declaration of Independence was signed, but he’s a Philadelphia boy who knows all about the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin. He’s even dined at their favorite tavern. What he didn’t get was how old our country will be this July 4th. When I did the math, I realized with a pleasant start that America will be 235 years old. This brought back memories of the fabulous fireworks, tall ships, and inspiring parades of the Bicentennial year, 1976. My favorite story of America’s 200th birthday, however, comes from my husband.

That summer Scott toured Europe with his school’s award winning band, and on July 4th they performed at an international competition in Vienna, Austria. It was a big deal–Radio Free Europe even broadcast the performance into the former Eastern Bloc countries then under the heel of Soviet Communism. Scott recalls that his fellow American classmates felt a little down that day, though, because they were missing the once-in-a-lifetime revelry back home.

Just as they lifted their instruments to play for the Austrians, their concert hostess politely interrupted Scott’s band leader. She took the microphone and told the surprised man, “Before you play, we have something for you.” Then she motioned to the sizeable audience, they stood, and began singing:

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear America,
Happy birthday to you!

For several moments, no one in Scott’s group moved as the singing reverberated in their ears and settled into their spirits. You know that old saying, “There wasn’t a dry eye in the house?” I think it originated there. When the band director finally lifted his baton, it took awhile for his students to pull it back together. Several of them missed the first few measures, but no one seemed to mind.

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Are you blessed, as I am, to live near a historic site? I’d love to know.

I’ve been driving my son back and forth to day camp this week, and my route takes me through Valley Forge National Park where General Washington wintered his troops in 1777 during the Revolutionary War. They weathered a hard and bitter season in which hungry soldiers left footprints of blood in the snow because so many lacked adequate footwear. I love traveling through that peaceful place, seeing the soldier’s spare cabins, surveying the rolling acres where General von Steuben drilled them in the spring. My son likes to imagine that he’s back in those days scouting the area, watching out for Red Coats.

We are, of course, also close to center city Philadelphia, home of Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, the National Constitution Center, and the Betsey Ross House, as well as many colonial homesteads scattered around the area.

How about you? Do you live near any historic places? Please tell me about them!

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