Times certainly have changed since this little guy got dressed up for the 4th of July! This was taken around 1919 in a little town in northwestern Iowa. I'm sure there was a parade that day.
My Uncle Bob loved the United States and would always tear up at the thought of folks going off to war --- or coming home from the war. Actually, most of that side of the family had that trait and I've certainly inherited it.
Here's wishes from Grace Today for a very happy weekend to all of you. Hope your potato salad comes out just right and the hot dogs don't burn (unless, of course, you like them slightly charred...). And in the midst of the fun, please stop and say a prayer that our troops can come home soon.