Independence Day

Today, July 4, is the date we choose to celebrate as “Independence Day” here in the USA. It is the correct reference to the day, but not quite the actual date. Huh?

There has been some “historical adjustment” as to why July 4 was selected as the date 241 years ago for the United States of America — all 13 states at the time — to signify as Independence Day, rather than July 2 when the actual vote to declare independence from Great Britain was taken, rather than July 4 when the document declaring independence was signed by the few representatives from “the states assembled.”

Or was it August 2, the date when all the Members of Congress signed the version of the Declaration of Independence recognized today with that large signature of John Hancock at the bottom?

Regardless, today is the date we choose to celebrate Independence Day. Not “Happy July 4.” If you wish me that, I’ll wish you a “Happy July 5th” tomorrow. LOL.

As you read this post, scheduled to appear on the morning of 4 July, I am celebrating at the naturalization ceremony for four young women who I mentored and taught this year to prepare for their citizenship tests. They all passed, and today at the historical home of one of the original signers of the Declaration of Independence, Marylander William Paca, they will be sworn in as my country’s newest citizens in a Naturalization Ceremony. I will be there, waving my flag, clapping and cheering for my new-found friends and neighbors.

This morning, however, before dawn, I joined my friends at a Muslim prayer service. First time to witness how they profess the faith, and how women and men of the faith pray separately. Not being a Muslim, I sat in the visitor’s gallery at the mosque and observed. It was, well, interesting.

Following the morning prayer service, my friends held a special celebratory breakfast. I was invited, as was my Spouse, though (as usual), he chose not to attend. He remains quite fatigued and in pain.

Because I wrote this post last night, I expected that we will be joined at this special celebration by some elected leaders of our home county who I invited and who agreed to come.

We will make our way to our state’s capital for the naturalization ceremony — me astride my Harley — and enjoy the brief but moving experience. After that, my friends will return to their usual lives, and I will ride on to my best friend’s house for our usual Maryland crab feast. That is my way of enjoying the holiday — citizenship and Maryland blue crabs!

Life is short: Happy Independence Day and celebrate what really makes our country great — assimilation of hard-working neighbors as fellow citizens (who will have the right to vote! Yay!)