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I’m just not feeling it this year.

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Today our country turns 250 years old. I should be celebrating, but I’ve lost the joy.

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I’m a first generation American on my father’s side, his family came from England in 1920. He was 10 years old.

I’m a second generation American on my mother’s side, her parents came from Austria in 1923. My grandmother was pregnant. Birthright citizenship, it matters.

I’m the proud wife of a Vietnam veteran.

The proud daughter of a World War II veteran.

The proud great granddaughter of a Civil War veteran.

The proud 4th great granddaughter of a Revolutionary War veteran.

I’m proud of their service, their sacrifice and their dedication to the freedoms we hold dear … but I’m not proud of what the country they fought for has become today.

And I doubt they would be either.

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That being said, I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday filled with whatever brings you joy.

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11 thoughts on “I’m just not feeling it this year.”

  1. I am the proud son of a man who fought in WWII and grandparents who wouldn’t be allowed to immigrate to this country today as they did in 1900. We can do better, and I am confident that we will.

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  2. I don’t have any military connections as such, but I hold those past and present in so much respect. I will always support them.

    My grandfather and great Uncle boxed professionally out of New York in the ’20s. (I have my granddad’s NY Boxing Commission Licence); my great uncle and aunt settled in Brooklyn; they had family who are now in Hartford, Conn.

    I grew up harbouring that same American Dream. (Not boxing – my nose may be a bit on the large size, but I’d quite like it to remain that way. 😉)

    I (we in UK) used to look across the water with a degree if envy.

    Not any more, I’m afraid … apart from Boston for a week or so last month.

    I wonder why that is …. 🤔😟

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  4. I feel exactly the same way. We live in discoursing times. But as I mentioned to Mary on her blog, this morning on a podcast, I was listening to Heather Cox Richardson and her no-nonsense optimism. Onward, ho and a happy Fourth!

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  5. July 4, 1985 was the first time Cathy and I woke up together (All perfectly innocent, of course 😉). We don’t talk about anything sexy, just the giant Chef boy ar Dee pizza and extra dry grape kool aid. There will be time to talk about the fat orange clown later, but today is for us.

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