A favorite memory from years past was our neighbor's Fourth of July Banana Split Party. At the stroke of 11 am, the patriotic music blared, and we all gathered under tents in our neighbor's front yard. We came with bowls of various sizes and spoons to feast on ice cream, bananas, and syrup. At the stroke of 12 one of the attendees, whose identity was always kept secret, stepped up to address the rest of us with patriotic memories or thought.
It was a grand time to be with old friends, make new ones, and celebrate our country.