Today, June 14, is Flag Day in the USA! This holiday commemorates the adoption of the Stars and Stripes by the Second Continental Congress in 1777. President Woodrow Wilson designated June 14 as Flag Day in 1916, and then the holiday was established by an act of Congress in 1949. It’s not a bank holiday nor an official federal holiday, but it’s a state holiday in Pennsylvania!
Our neighborhood has a flag program. For a small annual fee, you can get a flag stuck into your yard next to your mailbox out on the sidewalk on every flag-related holiday. All weekend they were working on this . . . volunteers from the HOA get into trucks and go plant the flags in the prepared flag-holes in people’s yards. Yesterday I was driving down one of our main streets and the flag truck was parked on the left side of the road. Running along the sidewalk on the right side of the road was an eight-year-old redhead with the flag streaming out behind him, followed by his dad with another flag. It was so cute and patriotic. Wish I could’ve taken a photo, but by the time I’d have turned around, they’d have been gone anyway.
Mama is simply irritated by the flags. Every time they go up, she complains, and this time was no exception. “It’s so dumb,” she moaned as we drove down our street to pick up her prescription. “It’s so fake.” Most everyone on our street, except three houses in a row on our side (including us), has the flag. We keep forgetting to send in the fee, or we’re broke when the coupon is sent around.
“I think it’s kind of neat.”
“It’s just a money-making thing! These fools. We three are the only sensible ones.”
“It’s not for the money. It’s to show a solidarity, that we’re all patriotic and we can pull together.” She has never understood anything like that–she never let me wear my Girl Scout uniform to school on Girl Scout meeting days or wear the school colors on game days. I had to sneak the stuff into my school bag and change in the girls’ restroom. She just thought it was the height of conformist stupidity. She has never been one to be part of a group, even worse than, um, moi.
“It is for the money! Add up $40 a year for all these houses, and no cost!”
“Buying and maintaining the flags was a cost. The truck is a cost.”
“The volunteers are free. I’m telling you, this is ridiculous. It’s like all the hypocrites who put out the flag after WWII.”
Then she got mad and sulked. There is no reasoning with an 80-yr-old about some things.
But anyhow, *I* think it’s really neat to drive through the neighborhood and see all the flags waving.
Here’s some flag food porn for you.
You can even bake a three-layer red, white, and blue cake.