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As my reader’s know, I love my Cloud Tags and my search criteria.  Today, I’m really wondering about the people who have been searching for “David VanVleck” lately. I personally have known two David VanVleck’s. One was a cousin and one was my brother.

My brother passed away in 1990, at age 46. He attended Calumet High School in Indiana and was in the band with Mr. Barberi, a fantastic band director. David played a clarinet in Jazz band. He was in the Air Force and, when he left the service, He worked in Illinois and Indiana as a phlebotomist. He and his wife had three children.

He was a wonderful guy, with a passion for music and books, Boy Scouts, nature and camping. He also loved computers and had a MENSA IQ.

David died of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma and, if you are searching him because you knew my brother, David VanVleck and this David VanVleck, I would so love to hear how you knew him, how you remember him.  I miss him every day.

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My grandson

My grandson

I was devestated the year dad told me I was too big to see the Fourth of July fireworks. Fourth of July had always ranked right up there with Christmas and Easter. The awesome show in the sky was like a present to me.  I understand now though. When you get up early and work hard all day, driving to anything is the last thing you want to do.

My favorite fireworks were actually not on the fourth. They were in Chicago, for Venetian Night. I took my daughters and we stood on the bridge and watch the lighted boats pass by. I think it was the first year and they didn’t clear the bridges when the fireworks went off. There were waterfall fireworks on each side of every bridge and it was like being right in the middle of a display. Oh, I guess we were. Probably not the safest thing in the world, but it’s an experience I’m glad I had.

As I got older, from that dreadful year I was too old for the fireworks, my brother first and then I joined the band. Each fourth of July we marched in a parade and that became what the fourth of July was to me. I still tear up at patriotic music (as my readers know, I cry easily anyway) and flags waving. I love taking kids to the parade because I get to be a kid myself and enjoy their excitement.

Our town, Nashville, has Parade day. One day, early in summer, when they hold one parade to cover the year. Last year, when the boys were more active in the Volunteer Fire Department, they joined several adults dressed in turn-out gear and haz-mat gear and did John Travolta moves to disco dance, while standing in the back of a pick up truck. They were a town favorite to be sure and the truck driver said he had to go home and recover from whip lash.

One of my grandsons transferred this week from weekend warrior to full time soldier. My heart hangs a little heavier for him and all mother’s sons.

The fourth of July has taken on a new meaning for me. It is no longer the thrill of a light show of fireworks, nor the sound of a band, drums on the march, excited high school students in a parade with flags waving. The fourth of July to me is a time to stand up and cheer and applaud our soldiers everywhere.

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