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Kelsey O'Donnell's avatar

This was a great episode. As for America250, its complicated and nuanced and requires a lot of thought to properly respond, so I am going straight to mom aesthetic.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it tooooo. Stupidity-stupid-stupid is also my reaction, Beth. Why do we have to label EVERYTHING and announce that label to the world? Why can't we just BE and let our being slowly unfold to others? I'm not sure I would even want MOM at the center of my aesthetic, despite that I love being a mom and have the worlds' best kids. I too think this silliness makes MOM main character and the rest of the family supporting characters. I don't want to be main character. I want to happily exist as a complicated and contradictory individual with my family, in my job, with my friends, in my communities, and not be suffocated by a label or an aesthetic.

Stupid :)

Kristin C's avatar

I feel really lucky to have one of my best sets of childhood memories be about America's 200th birthday in 1976. I was 7 years old and my mom and I lived with my grandparents. My grandfather was a gadget guy. We lived in a Miami FL retirement-friendly trailer park and he built a wind turbine for electricity, a ham radio, and a little electric car that we rode around in to the pool and playgrounds. He also had a huge 60s Greyhound bus parked in the driveway (the big rounded metal kind) that he gutted. He put in wall-to-wall shag carpet; bolted down real furniture; built this pull out bathroom and shower that had a mural of a forest in it; a kitchen in the back...it was very 70s and awesome!

So in the summer of '76, my grandparents and I (and my grandfather's parrot Charlie) took off to travel the entirety of the eastern seaboard for three months stopping to visit family in Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia, and hitting every national park, military base (grandfather was retired air force), and site there was to see all the way up to Maine.

We made several pit stops in DC over those three months, including for the 4th. My grandfather would put "Tour A" up on the sign at the front of the bus, close all the curtains, and park with all the other tour busses in DC....all the while hoping no one got curious about the parrot sounds coming from the bus.

I remember DC being completely decked out...every building, museum, park, etc had something to offer. I remember a Freedom train that was going around from town to town, a parade where I got to shake hands with Colonel Sanders of KFC fame (very exciting to a 7 yr old)....and of course there was THE QUEEN'S VISIT!!!!! And I was there when she came out onto a balcony of the White House and waved to the crowds.

There were air shows to go to, special performances all over the city, reenactments...the list of things to do and see was endless. My favorite place was the Air and Space Museum and we went several times.

And then, there was the 4th itself where my grandparents and I, my aunt, and some cousins, sat along the reflecting pool on the esplanade to watch the fireworks. My aunt even got a couple leeches on her leg!

This is the energy I'm trying to channel into how I celebrate this year. It really was a party for the people back then and that's what I desperately want it to be this time around.

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