because it's a holiday for which I have no worship responsibilities, so I can
just enjoy it along with everyone else. Maybe it's because there are no presents
involved. I'm sure parades and fireworks have something to do with it,
At our house, there is a ritual re-watching of the
movie version of "1776," that musical telling of the story of the Founding
Fathers of our nation, complete with dancing. We have spent many long car trips
over the years singing along with the original Broadway cast recording, sharing
John Adams' frustration with the people reluctant to declare, as he put it,
the show, when Adams is discouraged, convinced that the conclusion he KNOWS is
the right one will never be reached. He has done everything he can to push and
pull others along; now he must step back and watch, see how things play out, and
he feels profoundly sad.
on a lively epistolary relationship, writing to each other about everything from
their farm and children to religion and politics. In the play, she stands at the
side of the stage, singing and talking to her husband, offering the
encouragement he needs, a living letter of love. At his most downcast, she
reminds him of something he once said to her:
two creatures of value on the face of the earth: those with the commitment, and
those who require the commitment of others.
Then she sings the most unlikely love song ever. I get choked up every time I hear it, or rather sing along with it:
Compliments of the Concord Ladies Coffee Club,
And the Sisterhood of the Truro Synagogue,
And the Friday Evening Baptist Sewing Circle,
And the Holy Christian Sisters of Saint Claire
All for you, John
I am as I ever was and ever shall be,
Yours, yours, yours!
Abigail, what's in these kegs?
Whatever those things might be, and however you might be feeling about our country's place in the world today, remember that there is hope, just as there was in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy…Philadelphia!