July 4th – BAH HUMBUG

Finish the Sentence Friday

And now for this week’s sentence to finish:  “The best fourth of July I had was…

This subject was difficult for me… Lately my memory has been shot and I don’t remember things I should… Thanks MOM BRAIN. July 4th was my Grandma Angie’s birthday and I know we had big celebrations when I was younger. I remember sleeping over her and my Grandpa Freddy’s apartment (which was connected to parent’s house), playing in the backyard while she fed me fresh mozzarella, I remember playing paper dolls and my Grandpa Freddy cooking big meals with lots of fish. Most of it is just fragments, but the memories are there. 

I asked my dad to scan and email me some old pics of me and Grandma Angie and boy they were hard to look at. I saw my Grandparents and thought about how my parents are with my son. How long I waited to be a mom they waited that long to be grandparents. I saw the joy on my Grandma Angie and Grandpa Freddy’s face and know my parents feel the same way about my son.

Grandma Angie passed away from Leukemia when I was nine and my sister was three.   Not too long after that Grandpa Freddy passed from lung cancer. If they were alive today they would have been 87 and 96 respectively. Boy my Grandpa was eight years older than my Grandma! If nothing else, i bet my Grandma would have lots of opinions on woman’s rights, how far we have come and where we still need to go. I remember my mom telling me a story about when she first started dating my dad. My Grandma Angie said to her  ….if he tries anything, even if you have to break a glass and cut him go ahead. He may be my son, but he’s still a man….okay I’m not writing it word for word. I know my Grandma would agree with me on my opinions regarding woman’s rights and society’s messed up rules.

  I can’t imagine losing my parents, especially now that I have a child. I want him to know my parents and not be robbed of special moments, stories, and traditions. When he is older I want him to remember what he did with his LaLa and PopPop and not just fragments of memories.


My mom’s mom…Grandma Betty and my dad’s mom…Grandma Angie…the cutie in the middle is ME!!!!!

My mother’s parents went to live with their other daughter, my Aunt Rose, in Florida. I saw about once a year, but never really knew them. I wish I had gotten to know them better…if only I could go back and smack myself for being so immature at times.

My dad’s parents moved with us from Bronx to Yonkers, NY and stayed in the apartment attached to my parents house. I was lucky that I got to see them everyday, even if it was just for a few years.

angei and karen in bronxpng angie and me in greenPNG happy karen and angiePNG

xmas with angie angie freddy and karenPNG angie freddy and karen2PNG angie and karen porchpng

Not sure if you can see that afro on my head…they sure didn’t teach proper care for curly hair back then.

karen xmasPNG




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In our town they have a huge and beautiful fireworks display at the high school. It’s packed and takes forever to
get back home with all that traffic.  Hubby and I went a few years ago when we first moved to our town. Sitting out on that big field it felt like the fireworks were right over me and I could reach out and ouch them.

I would love to take Dino….but should I take Dino? Despite all his growling and loud volume talking, he is terrified of loud noises and would FREAK OUT. I’m afraid it would be a disaster, but I want him to experience it. If he freaked, we would be stuck there and Dino would have a coronary. We could go to the local mall for a different fireworks show, but again if Dino gets scarred, would it be a waste?

In addition I don’t want all these weird people around me and keeping me from getting home. When I’m in protective mommy mode, I don’t have time to socialize or strike up stupid c0nversations. I JUST WANT TO GET HOME.

Not only that, it angers me that people shoot fireworks BEFORE the 4th and AFTER. I will be beyond pissed if Dino wakes up because of their stupidity. It’s only ONE night people save them for next year, my son is trying to sleep.

So BAH HUMBUG to lighting dangerous explosives so close to your hands that you could blow off your fingers.

BAH HUMBUG to giving my son sparklers that could damage his eyes, fingers, or burn hsi clothes.

BAH HUMBUG to loud and annoying fireworks that wake my son up.

BAH HUMBUG to morons who shoot fireworks three weeks after the holiday is over. Do you even know WHY we celebrate the 4th of July? Probably not as you take another sip of beer as you light yet another firework.

And next week’s sentence to finish:  ”If I could go back and do something over it would be…

6 responses to “July 4th – BAH HUMBUG

  1. I loved all the pictures of you and your grandparents and seriously I know how you feel about losing them and looking back on that now. You already know how much I love and miss my own grandparents. And July 4th truly isn’t all it is cracked up to be. I actually had forgotten until reading this that last year I had to call the cops on neighbors somewhere in the back of us for letting off fireworks in the middle of the night fearing they would wake my kids up. So, I know that worry, too. Thank you as always for linking up with us!! 🙂

  2. I loved the pictures of you with your grandmother and grandfather! AW!! Your grandmother sounded like a firecracker! I love it! (And I’m sorry you didn’t have more years with them)

    I wonder if he would be okay at a fireworks show if he wore headphones. I just read a 4th memory and there was a picture of a little one wearing headphones at the fireworks show. –Lisa

    • I wish I could, but he doesn’t want anything on/in his ears, he would be more freaked out. 😦

      Thanks babe, I bet she and I would cause lots of trouble too! I think that I am woman, hear me roar spirit is from her.

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