SHARE A FAMILY TRADITION OR MEMORY FROM THE FOURTH OF JULY
Uncle Jerry was born on July 3rd, so I laid in the hospital bed in Cuba and watched at a distance the fireworks over Cuba Lake. Gramps came in early to see me then took the other children up to the lake to see them.
A couple years ago (1997), Gramps and I went out on our pontoon boat on Cuba Lake and had a "ring side seat" watching the fireworks. Didn't realize how dark it was and how little light we had to get back to shore, but we made it.
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