This over the top celebration served three purposes. It removed a tree stump from farming ground, it marked the birth of my sister and it commemorated the 4th of July. Other Independence Day celebrations pale in comparison to Daddy's dynamite.
I always had my own stash of firecrackers since fireworks are legal in Missouri. It was much more fun to set them off than watch someone else do it. The thrill was not in hearing the boom, but rather in creating it. Passivity was never my thing.
I've watched many fireworks displays during the ensuing years, and although they are impressive and often even breathtaking, they never created the same level of awe as seeing my dad running across the field at Olympic worthy speed to us and safety. Then moments later the thunderous sound sent bits of roots flying high into the evening sky. It was a moving and magical sight.
It recognized the miracle of birth and the gift of family, the important of freedom to mankind and the ability of man to move mountains, well at least a stump, with one powerful blast.
It is the 4th of July I remember each Independence Day and one of my favorite memories of my father.
Enjoy today and make it memorable!
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