My grandmother was born on the 5th of July. She's had to compete with parades and fireworks and BBQ's her whole life. She also grew up in Seattle, WA. Throughout her childhood she remembers big 4th celebrations planned, traveling to the islands, family galore, and her birthday somewhere in the afterthoughts. Since it was Seattle, she also remembers rain. Lots of rain. Rain, rain, rain right up to the 6th of July, when summer would start.
All her anticipation would mount, then fizzle out along with the sparklers in the rain. Then there was her birthday, otherwise known as the day traveling back home with everyone soggy and tired.
As you can probably tell she's handled 92 years of this in classic Grandma fashion, drilling her sad story into our heads year after year.
I finally realized why she's always had such an issue with red white and blue things, like banners and tshirts and fluttering flags. She's jealous of the USA. I guess it's hard to share your birthday with an entire country.
Happy 92, Grandma... At least it's sunny!
She's a Yankee Doodle Dandy, well, almost.