The 4th of July is always a big bang-up celebration here in Utah with Julie’s family. And this year was no exception. Luckily Aunt Marilyn was good enough again this year to get us all seats on the bleachers at the big parade in Provo. The difference this year is that the seats were on University Avenue instead of down on Center Street. Traditionally, we have seats anywhere from about 4th West to 7th West on Center Street, which puts us near the end of the parade. Our seats were on about 10th North on University Avenue, which put us right at the beginning.We left the house a little late (as usual) with Grandma and Grandpa Elcock piling in for good measure. We found a parking spot over by the hospital and walked over to our seats, just in time for the first of the festivities. It was quite a struggle trying to push a two kid stroller through all of those people. Then we had to find somewhere to stash it while we were in our seats. The parade was fun, as it always is. There was this awesome lady sitting by us in the bleachers who was a crack-up in all of her red, white, and blue garb.
It turned out to be a good thing that we were at the front. Usually we’re lucky to get back to the BBQ festivities by noon. This year we got back with plenty of time to spare. The traffic as we were leaving gave Julie another opportunity to point out how nice it would be to ride her “scootie” through the cars. That’s Julie talk for “I need a scooter, now!” We’ll see.
Uncle David and Aunt Marilyn volunteered (or were volunteered, I’m not quite sure) their home for lunch and stuff after the parade. They just got done putting in an enormous pool and we were all excited to go cool off a bit. The pool is pretty much a full lap pool that Marilyn swims in everyday. The pools here in Utah are basically concrete with this plastic/vinyl stuff coated on it. It’s pretty neat. And, as my dad and I both found out, very slippery. We both about killed ourselves stepping on the steps. Apparently feet don’t grip that surface as much as it does the Pebble Tec surfaces that we’re used to. Now we know. David and the rest had a great meal that we all dutifully devoured. Speaking of food, here’s the recipe for the marinade that I used on the day of Abby’s baptism. We’ve had a few requests for it. It’s called West Coast Marinade and is compliments of Julie’s sister, Lisa (at least I think it comes with her compliments):
1 cup salad oil
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/2 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/2 cup prepared mustard
1 tablespoon black pepper
2 cloves minced garlic
Mix all ingredients together. Marinate your meat overnight and enjoy!!
After the swimming and festivities, we scattered for well-needed naps and regrouping. Julie decided that Gwenyth and Lucy were too hammered to go to the Stadium of Fire, so they ended up staying home (at Jenkins’, that is). We were a little disappointed that they didn’t get to come, but it turned out to be a good decision because the night was pretty crazy. Lucy was so tired that she fell asleep on the coffee table at Grandma Jenkins’ house.
We left for the stadium about an hour or so before the program was to start. I got a little worried when I started seeing cars parked on the side of the road a good 2 miles from the stadium. I had never been to a BYU game where I didn’t just walk to the game, or where I didn’t have a parking pass. So I had no idea that it would be such a madhouse. We parked our mile or so away from the stadium and walked in. It was good to see Catherine, Annie, Patti, and Larry. Patti was the one that got us the great tickets. Thank you! Isabelle and Braden were there as well and they just loved it.
The show was better than I thought it would be. I didn’t know much about the music of Brooks and Dunn, but they put on a great show. Abigail, Grace, and Margaret thought they were pretty hot stuff sitting out on the end of the row. The fireworks were really spectacular and seemed to go on forever. It took us a few days to get home with all the traffic, but it was well worth it in the end.
Julie ended up taking the girls for a low-key fireworks show somewhere in Orem. Is there such thing as low-key with Lucy? All in all, it was a good day. If I was philosophic and was reading a book about John Adams like I was when I was a loner, I might have something profound to say. But, unfortunately, I’m not, so I just have this:
Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves. — Abraham Lincoln
Happy Independence Day
