I was born in Fresno on July 4, a long, long time ago in the Sample Sanitarium on North Fulton Street, near the 180 Freeway.
My birthdays were special, going to the fireworks at the fairground, then coming home for birthday cake and ice cream. No matter how hot it was outside, we had an electric fan on the floor inside the house. After retiring, we spent 20 years on the Fourth of July in cool country — Telegraph Cove on Vancouver Island in British Columbia, where my husband fished. Each July 4, the Canadian friends celebrated our holiday with a potluck dinner, with decorations of red, white and blue.
Now that I am old, I am back home where it all started 88 years ago. I thank God for the special memories of my Fourth of July birthdays.
Mary Jane Covey