In stark contrast to The Most Boring Independence Day Ever, our Pioneer Day this year was quite fun. For all of us except Robb, anyway. He was on a business trip to Seattle, much to his dismay.
The day started with exciting news for me, when I learned my Pioneer Day blog post had been picked up by the local paper. I made Ash Cakes in the fire, and shared my favorite pioneer story. Feel free to check it out.
In the afternoon, we headed to Grandma’s, where we tie-dyed some t-shirts. We also learned that Grandma is an expert tie-dyer, having been something of a hippie in her younger years. (To be fair, we prefer to think of her as a folk singer!) The kids enjoyed coming up with their own patterns and ideas with just three colors of dye, and lots of elastics.
Something else we learned about Grandma… she’s not so great at cutting neck holes into garbage bags. Either that, or she thinks my kids are two-headed.
We had a traditional pioneer meal *ahem* of grilled hamburgers, italian pasta salad, fresh fruit, and potato chips. I was dying for a home grilled hamburger. My parents are seriously pros at this. I wish we could eat hamburgers at their house once a week, all summer long.
The real highlight of the evening was the fireworks show. A neighbor who owns several stores spent somewhere in the area of $1500 on fireworks, and invited his employees to his house to enjoy them. He invited us too. We got there just in time for the show to begin, a show which was directly over our heads, and rained a fair amount of ash on us. It was rather impressive for a home fireworks show, and really a lot of fun to watch.
By the time we got home, we were tired, sweaty, smelly, and very satisfied. It’s my kind of Pioneer Day.