Wednesday, July 4, 2012
I must admit, I'm a little homesick today. Every year, on the 4th of July, my aunts and uncles, mom and dad, sisters and cousins, and all the poor people they tricked into marrying them gather on the banks of the Blackfork river in Southeastern Oklahoma, eat. And eat. And eat.
And then we swim, and play volleyball, and cards, and generally cram as much fun as possible into the least amount of days. Most of these relatives I only manage to see once a year. This is my only year (other than the year I had to leave before the actual 4th rolled around) that I haven't joined the party.
So, while I'm still glad the United States won their Independence from England (sorry, England), it's the familiar faces that I miss celebrating most of all.
For all of you Crutchfields happily roasting in the heat, consider this your hello from India, and I'll see everyone next year.
And then we swim, and play volleyball, and cards, and generally cram as much fun as possible into the least amount of days. Most of these relatives I only manage to see once a year. This is my only year (other than the year I had to leave before the actual 4th rolled around) that I haven't joined the party.
So, while I'm still glad the United States won their Independence from England (sorry, England), it's the familiar faces that I miss celebrating most of all.
For all of you Crutchfields happily roasting in the heat, consider this your hello from India, and I'll see everyone next year.
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3 comments:
hqppy 4th--we're actually all folded up except for Shondell and Roy--all gone 'til next year. Yeah--you'll be back.
i'm not a crutchfield nor am i from england butnhappy 4th to you and we missed your spiking skills on the volleyball court!! rustina
i guess i should have spelled checked first.....
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