Marietta is a fine small town here around the square. The neighborhood was
filled with people enjoying the evening in their front yards until nine or a
little after. Then everyone took their camp chairs and walked the half block
or so to Whitlock where we found places with a clear view of the church
parking lot across the street. That was the staging area for the fireworks
on the Square, so we had the perfect view from mortar firing to skyward
explosion. It was a grand show, maybe twenty minutes or even longer. Then we
picked up our chairs and walked home and sat on the screenporch again.
Bill commented how fun it was to BE the people in one of those houses you
walk past getting to your car parked way too far away to struggle through
traffic and go home. I must admit that was awfully nice. And it was even
nicer because he had decided to stay until the traffic cleared, so he got
George (my 1949 Martin Guitar for those who haven't met him) out and played
and even got me to play. This is the life!
The world would be a better place if we all had front
porches.
Kathy Seven Williams
