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    Shake Your Memory Maker

    Phew, this year is flying!  I can’t believe it’s already the Fourth of July!  It seems like it was just April.  When I think about the Fourth, I have such distinct memories, as I’m sure you do, too.  For me, growing up on Lake Erie in Western New York, it was all about enjoying the beautiful summer months (while we could).  The Fourth was usually spent at my grandmother’s house on the lake, and there were always vibrant red geraniums on the front porch, fresh herbs growing in the garden on the side of the house, the smell of freshly cut grass (and sometimes Pine Sol if my grandmother had been feeling ambitious and mopped the garage floor.  Yes, the *garage* floor), and the sound of the water lapping the shore.  I remember always having bare feet as a child, feeling that lush grass, sand, or warm flagstone on the patio beneath my toes.  The smell of the grill filled the air as Dad stood to the side, carefully monitoring various perfectly cooked meats.  Occasionally, Mom would be feeling festive and would make one of those cool whip cakes with the blueberries and strawberries that looked like a flag – remember those?  But mainly she would just go all out with fresh corn from the farmers market, potato salad, fruit salad, and all the accoutrements that go with the ideal cookout.  And she made it look so effortless.  Our Lab, Beau, would be panting like crazy in that HOT house and walking from person to person looking for attention, nudging our hands waiting for a pat on the head or a scrap of food (not that she needed it).  One year we taught her how to swim in the lake and she didn’t realize that she could use her tail as a rudder, so she just kept swimming straight out into the lake, and we seriously thought she would swim all the way to Canada.  We were swimming after her, laughing, shouting “Beau!  Beauuuuu!!!!  Turn around!!!  Come baaaackkk!!!”  And then of course there were the amazing fireworks.  Sometimes it seemed as though the darkness would never come.  We would pile into the family truckster and drive just a short way up the street with our quilts and settle in for a fantastic fireworks display.  Poor Beau would be home hyperventilating.

    Why do I mention all of these memories?  Because that is what the Fourth is about for so many of us – memories.  Happy ones.  This is such a joyful weekend, one spent with family and friends just relaxing and making memories.  We just got these great new candles in that smell like fresh cut grass and it brought me right back to that front yard.  It’s amazing how a smell can trigger your memory!  So this weekend, I encourage you to make new, joyous memories with the folks you love.  And if you’re not together, send a card (we just got in some GREAT ones), box up a grass candle (it really smells AWESOME), and light a sparkler in that person’s honor!  Cheers!  -M