We left Cooperstown,
New York as doting grandparents, who arrived there to witness ace lefty
Coleman’s weekend Little League tournament in late June. Family pride was running high as grandson
Cole pitched a winning game and hit two home runs over the fence.
It’s
unreal how long and loud grandparents can cheer when so motivated.
From
Bucolic Cooperstown, we traveled as tourists to Gettysburg, PA, where we were
amazed and inspired by a place we’ve read about for years but never visited. Inspiring and it leads the league in
statues. If your great, great, great relative
made an appearance in the Civil War no doubt there is a statue of him or
her. Women played a huge role in support
of our troops. Their statues tell their stories.
In fact, Gettysburg might be a fabulous
relocation project for those Rebel statues that are causing such a ruckus in
the South. Take those Robert E. Lee and
Stonewall Jackson granite or marble poses and reunite them at Gettysburg, where
they’ll be revered instead of PC-ed out of town.
From
south central Pennsylvania we hit the turn pike to seek out Cousin Amy
(everybody has a cousin Amy in the middle of the country). Ours happens to live in Canonsburg, a small
borough south of Pittsburgh. She
welcomed us with open arms.
She
will always have a branch of her own on the family tree because she discovered
vintage photos of my grandparents. My
dad was born in Canonsburg, but because the grandparents passed on before I was
born, I never saw a picture of them until Cousin Amy found images of them in a
dusty trunk in her parents attic. Wedding
pictures no less.
The big
annual parade will begin at 10 am in Canonsburg PA at Cavasina Drive (near
Walgreens) and proceed westward onto Pike Street ending at Bluff Street.
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Our
seats were on the high steps of St. Patrick’s Church. We thanked Cousin Amy for making our arrival
such a big deal because almost everyone carrying a flag or dress in a Knights of Columbus uniform stopped to give us a
salute.
It
wasn’t until later, after I repeated my salute story for the dozenth time, I
was told all the church-related groups in the parade stop in front of the
church to salute the cross. I obviously
had to share the limelight with the Bishop and other KofC poobahs, many of whom sprinkle holy
water for a living.
But,
I’m still basking in the salutes. And,
that’s my story and I’m still sticking to it.
If
you’re more modest—or who cares just plain rowdy—come to Canonsburg for the
July 4th parade. It will be a
festive three hours well spent basking in the July sun and being a part of
Americana worth supporting.
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