Tell me your child experience of the Fourth of July in America in 1976?

Answer 1

My uncle was a pyrotechician. He allowed me to help him build the show in Caruthers, CA. It allowed me to make firecracker chains, ground displays, and set up the motors for the shells. It was a magical time for a 10 yr old boy. I still look forward to the 4th and get gitty when I get to buy fireworks. I love homemade ice cream and chocolate cake. Sometime peach cobbler. I miss those days.

Answer 2

I was born! Well, not actually ON July 4th, but I was only a few months old by then. I'm sure I was dressed up in some delightfully festive baby outfit for the holiday, put on display for family and friends to ogle. In later childhood years, I remember going to parades during the afternoon, and my father lighting fireworks in our driveway that night. Most of our neighbors would gather round to watch with us.

Answer 3

Afraid I can't do that. I was twelve days shy of a year and seven months old July 4, 1976. So my experince was probably crying at the sound of fireworks, if my folks took me to any displays.

Answer 4

I was around 8 yrs old...we went to the fireworks display at the county fair grounds. We would go and sit on blankets watching for two hours plus the largest fireworks I can remember...and at the end a display board would be fired up with some special picture...and I believe that year it was the 1776 flag...

Answer 5

Well, it isn't a very pretty story. I was 19 that summer and I was as irresponsible as a young redneck kid could be.

I had some older friends who took me to Shakeys pizza parlor for pizza and beer drinking the night before. The legal drinking age in Oregon was 21, so I could not drink legally. The liquor laws back then in rural Oregon were very poorly enforced. The manager's name at Shakeys was Lackey. He was not exactly the brightest guy you ever met.

My friends were buying the beer and I was putting them away at an alarming rate. We drank for hours and at closing time at 1 a.m., I was...uh...extremely drunk. The last memory I have of the evening was walking across the parking lot to my pickup and I suddenly had the inspitration to run across the parking lot and jump up by a phone pole as if it were a basket support on a basketball court. I leapt into the air, lost my balance and crashed down on my back with my head smacking down on the asphalt with an appalling crunch. My skull was filled with a very bright light as if it had been filled with lightning flashes. My friends helped me up and asked me what I was doing. I replied as best I could through the alcohol haze, "I made a basket."

I remembered no more that night.

How I got them home and then got to where I went remains unknown to me to this day.

Next morning I awoke to a sick stomach and upon my eyes opening, I threw up on my friends couch. I was not at my friends house who I drank with the night before, but some differrent friends house.

I staggered into the bathroom and threw up some more. I staggered out the front door to find my pickup parked on the wrong side of the street, across the curb and sidewalk and up on the first step of my friends porch.

With my head pounding, stomach churning and wretching all the way, I drove home and deposited more of the previous evenings reveling into my kitchen sink.

I had the worst hangover of my life.

I stayed in bed all day and it was getting close to dark before I could venture out to my living room. My head was still pounding and I had to sip a little bit of cream of chicken soup to try to keep from throwing up any more. I could hear the fireworks going off about a mile away as my little town celebrated the 200th Anniversary of the Declaration of Independence without me. I was too sick.

I finally got a bowl of soup and some saltines to stay in my stomach after the festivities were over.

My friends never knew that I had been in their living room that night.

I still have no memory of what happened between the time I made the phantom basket in the parking lot of the pizza parlor and the time I woke up on my friends couch.

I am sorry, I wish I had a more exciting story to tell.

Instead, I can just tell you how stupid I was at 19.

Today, I am 50 and I am a lot wiser. I no longer drink.

But, I still own that pickup! It is a 1952 Dodge.

I hope you are smarter than I was!

Thank you for asking! I give you a star for helping me to remember how stupid I was!

Answer 6

wasn't a child but this was one of the most important 4th ever. we had a big 4th of July parade, a reading of the Declaration, Revolutionary War Soldiers, cannons, bell ringing, a huge picnic, political speeches, fireworks, 1700 musical concert.

Answer 7

I was actually around for this one!
I was on a float in a parade with my brother and sister and cousins. I can't remember why, but I wore a red and white dress just like my sister. The boys wore 'Uncle Sam' suits. The fire trucks in the parade were loud. And the Shriners had their little cars............

Answer 8

Guess its pretty bad that I dont have a clue, I was 8 years old I know and living in California but today seems like just another day

Answer 9

A massive regional Girl Scout gathering. I spent nearly all of my time with a Native American woman who was weaving baskets. I was interested in the baskets, but in truth, I was more drawn to this soft-spoken strong woman.

Answer 10

i was a fellow girl scout myself and i was born on The 4th of July and i would stare at the sky at the beautiful star's in the sky