BOOOM!!!
BOOM….BOOM….boom…boom….boom…
Living
in a valley between two mountains
sound
amplifies a hundredfold…
You hear train
whistles wailing down the track
long
before you ever see the lead engine.
Thunder
echoes on forever. And lightening?
Lightening
illuminates the whole valley
silhouetting
the mountains on both sides
reflecting
on the river that divides the two states.
As
a child, living here in this town where
Vermont
and New Hampshire are interchangeable
I
always thought we have the best of both states.
The
Connecticut River divides us, but there are bridges—
two
in our town, one a few miles to the south,
another
twelve or so miles to the north.
Business
is conducted on both sides of the river;
family
and friends may reside, or work, on either side.
BOOOM!!!
BOOM….BOOM….boom…boom…boom…
The
townsfolk on my side, the Vermont side, have made
their
exodus down to the riverbank this fine summer's eve.
Chairs
line the sidewalks along Rockingham and Atkinson Streets,
the
parking lots at IGA and the gas station across the way
are
filling up with even more of these ‘children of all ages.’
The
parking lot of the Dari-Joy—known to the locals as "Joe's"—
is
filled to capacity. The yellow neon lights attract all variety of
moths,
mosquitoes and other insects— just part of the atmosphere
on
this warm July night. Hard to tell who is in line for ice cream
or
just milling about before the show, but one thing for sure,
Joe's
is doing one heck of a business tonight!
We
take our prospective places along the wooden rail
at
the top of the bank, eyes focused on the hill across the river.
We
cannot see the school on the upper level across the way,
but
as we watch, the first trail of light goes up and bursts into
a
waterfall of fire! It lights up the sky, then a quick flash, and—
BOOOM!!!
BOOM….BOOM….boom…boom…boom…
…the
sound ricochets off the mountains and down the valley.
It
is followed by another… and another…
Occasionally
a loud whistle replaces the boom
and lingers—seemingly to infinity.
Down
the way a baby cries. Excited children laugh and cover their ears,
as parents
and the older folk comparing this display to those of years gone by.
The
sprays of fire reflect upon the water; smoke lays heavy in the air,
smell
of sulfur drifts downhill and across the river.
We
watch as trails of fire are sent skyward one by one,
“ooohing”
and “ahhhing” after each colorful explosion.
Suddenly
five trails go up at once, followed by five more,
and
five more…the Grand Finale!!
The flashes fill the sky, the sound is deafening!!
Surely
they must be hearing this in Springfield and Charlestown
to
our north, or in Westminster and Walpole to our south.
Spontaneous
cheers, whistles and clapping erupt from the crowds.
Another
4th of July is on the books, and we declare it the best one ever
…until
next year!
© Ginny Brannan 2016
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| Image: Lori Larue 2016. Used with expressed permission |
Childhood memories of growing up in a small Vermont village on the Connecticut River….
The image above is looking downriver (south) from the Vermont side toward the village of Bellows Falls. The bright lights to the right is the Dari Joy, forever "Joes" to me…and beyond that the gas station, the IGA (no longer, now a different business there) and further down the street, our downtown area. The mountain to the left is Fall Mountain on the N.H. side. Our own hills are behind to the right of us in this photo.
When I was a child there was a beautiful Arch Bridge spanning the river. Deemed unsafe, it was replaced with the plain single span seen here. And the second bridge, the Vilas Bridge, that connects from the downtown area to NH, a 635 foot concrete span, was also deemed unsafe. Closed since 2009, while VT and NH go back and forth as to who will put up the monies to repair or replace.
People would (and still do) line the river bank to see the fireworks displays. Back then they were shot from behind the school on the hill in North Walpole on the 4th. Now, they are done for Old Home Days on the first Saturday in August, and are much larger, the more vivid 'Gucci' kind, shot closer to the river.
...I still hold on to the memories of wonderful childhood 4th's though!
Many thanks to Lori Larue for allowing me to share this beautiful night image of my "hometown" in Vermont!!
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