Growing up in Urmston most young boys had a dad who was in a band This is a picture of my dad (trombone) and his brother Lawrence (French horn).
We didn’t celebrate the 4th of July and to tell the truth it wasn’t never mentioned. Perhaps the line about the rockers red glare or worse the bombs bursting in air lines reminded us that another war had been lost by our forefathers, maybe five, and so we played glorious British songs, like Land of Hope and Glory!
We knew all about Guy Fawkes Day a celebration of my birthday every year and John Lennon amusingly sang Remember remember the 5th of November, gunpowder etc etc so you would not forget it. And a few miles across the sea, they were celebrating the 14th of July and singing “With his head tucked underneath his arm?” I moved to Santa Barbara as a part time resident on July 4th, 1985 (which is over 20 years ago).
I learned about Paul Revere and the Raiders from Micky Dolenz and Mark Lyndsay and Jon my CPA explained the tax system that America had revolted against and sent the British back home to regroup or recoup!
We didn’t celebrate the 4th of July and to tell the truth it wasn’t never mentioned. Perhaps the line about the rockers red glare or worse the bombs bursting in air lines reminded us that another war had been lost by our forefathers, maybe five, and so we played glorious British songs, like Land of Hope and Glory!
I told Micky and Mark stories about the French Revolution and the “sans culottes” and they did not believe that it meant “no panties” and is a sort of juxtaposition if you are a royal and your head is in a wicker basket but this did not stop the Monkees calling their movie HEAD!
When your amuse bouche is smiling at you from a basket!
So I celebrate July 4th with you!!! Independence! My lovely daughter is 100% American. None of the old half English Half French for her... Born in the USA - all American. I was born in Urmston Lancashire England and I am half Irish, half English half Welsh and half Scottish and if you need to know more go right now…. do not pass go... do not collect 200…
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Ginie Heppes
August 25, 2021
Hello Peter! I am sorry that this comment is so late. I am late with everything. My mother says I was late being born. (My birthday is on Monday, Aug. 30.) Things never change. Anyway, I enjoyed your story and am looking forward to your collection of stories. I will be on time reading them. I am Irish, English, and Scottish, with a little Dutch thrown in. My mom’s family was from County Galway. They came over during the potato famine. I was named after my maternal grandmother. Her name was Margaret Regina Murray and she married Claude Sullivan. My mom is 97 and lives with my husband and me. I have tickets to your 4:30 show at The Rams Head Theatre in Annapolis. My husband is coming with me. I haven’t been to a concert of yours for three years! I have missed you! I always remember your birthday and that it’s your anniversary as well. I remember crying when I learned. You were supposed to marry me! (I was only 14 at the time!) I saw the pictures of you and Mireille in 16 Magazine. I still have them. I hope you had a good 4th of July!