Fourth of July fizz happens once every year. It’s a fun time to enjoy friends, family, picnics, music, fireworks and other happy activities. Why is the Fourth of July a popular holiday? How did these special holiday celebrations originate? The Fourth of July is also known as Independence Day. July 4th has been an American federal holiday since 1941. The holiday celebrates America’s independence from Great Britain in the 18th century.
On July 2 1776, the American Continental Congress voted in favor of independence. Two days later delegates from the 13 colonies adopted the Declaration of Independence. Thomas Jefferson, the third president of the United States, drafted this historic document. Since 1776, Americans celebrate the independence from Great Britain on July 4. Fourth of July fizz, complete with festivities ranging from fireworks, parades and concerts to more casual family gatherings and barbecues, is the traditional way Americans celebrate their independence from Great Britain.
In the pre-Revolutionary War years, American colonists held annual celebrations of the king of England’s birthday. Traditional Fourth of July fizz celebrations included the ringing of bells, bonfires, processions and speech making. During the summer of 1776, some colonists celebrated the birth of independence by holding mock funerals for King George III. This was their way of symbolizing the end of the monarchy’s hold on America and the triumph of liberty.
Early American Independence Day celebrations included concerts, parades, bonfires and the firing of cannons and muskets. Philadelphia held the first annual commemoration of independence on July 4, 1777. Public readings of the Declaration of Independence began after the document’s adoption on July 2, 1776 at the Second Continental Congress.
After the War of 1812, the tradition of patriotic celebration became even more widespread. This was probably because America was again involved in another war against Great Britain. In 1870, the United States Congress declared July 4 to be a federal holiday.
My husband and I attended one Fourth of July fizz fireworks celebration in Manassas, Virginia. In spite of the heavy rain, the fireworks display show went on as usual. Many people braved the rain armed with umbrellas and portable plastic raincoats. The fireworks were beautiful. People carried their mobile phones with them and used them to take pictures of the Fourth of July fizz fireworks blasting brilliant colors in the air.
There was a large crowd viewing the fireworks. The rain was coming down hard. I was walking behind a woman when I noticed that her mobile phone slipped out of her pocket onto the wet pavement. I picked it up and called after her. She didn’t hear me and walked on ahead. I followed her calling out that she dropped her phone. I stopped to respond to someone who asked me who I was looking for. She looked at the mobile phone in my hand and said it wasn’t hers.
In the meantime, the woman who had dropped her phone walked on ahead and disappeared into the crowd. It was dark, rainy and wet. My husband and I continued to walk back to our parked car. Along the way, the mobile phone rang. I was holding an umbrella and didn’t want to answer the device. I tucked the phone into my purse. I looked for the woman who had dropped her smartphone, but I couldn’t find her.
My husband and I arrived at the parking lot in front of a school. We found our car in the school parking lot. As we drove off, I took out the iPhone. I started playing around with it to see if I could find out the owner of the smartphone. Suddenly the mobile phone rang again. This time I answered it. It turned out it was the husband of the woman who had dropped the phone.
“Hello. I have your mobile phone,” I answered the mobile phone call.
“I know,” a man answered. “Can I have your address so we can pick up our smartphone?”
I started giving him the information. However, the connection was very bad.
“We are just arriving at the Metz School,” he said.
“We just came from there. My husband can turn around and we can give you your phone if you will stay and wait for us at the school,” I explained.
“That’s fine; we will wait there for you.”
When we reached the school, we found the white pickup that was the only vehicle left in the school parking lot. The woman who owned the iPhone stepped out in the rain and came over to our car. I rolled down the window.
“Here’s your phone,” I said as I handed it to her. “I called out to you that I had your smartphone, but you didn’t hear me and continued walking on ahead. Hang on to your phone and don’t lose it. These smartphones are expensive.”
“I know it slipped out of my pocket.” She handed it me a five-dollar bill relieved to get her smartphone back.
The Farmers Almanac has more information about the Fourth of July.