I’m heading back over soon to my neighbors and friends, Andy and Janet Bein’s Fourth of July party, where what must be twenty kids are swimming, kayaking, and flipping a canoe upside down while their parents chat and keep an easy eye on them. Watching that peaceful scene, I was reminded of my fishing partner of this morning, Lou Van Leewuen’s tale- back in the late 30’s his parents walked, with his mother pregnant with Louis, from Holland to Spain to escape the Nazis. They eventually made their way to this country,penniless but alive, and started a new life. I don’t know the Bein’s story, but is there a Jewish family anywhere without tales of loss and sorrow during the holocaust? My own Huguenot ancestors fled the slaughter yards of France back in the 1500’s and came to New Amsterdam via Holland. Yet here we all are on this brilliant sunny day in July, enjoying a life of peace and prosperity.
I’m far too long removed from the events to feel a particular pride that my ancestors fought to make this country free, but I’m certainly grateful to them, and am awfully pleased, this day, to be an American, and grateful to have friends like Louis, and Andy and Janet.