In my childhood I spent every summer at my parents' summer cabin called "The Pinery." When there we were only forty-five minutes away from my grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins, compared to spending the rest of the year six hours apart.
Well, I have memories of Swiss Independence Day with my swiss Grandpa. He'd come over wearing his edelweiss suspenders and equipped with his harmonica. Grandma would hold a small swiss flag and wave it. He'd pull out his repertoire of Swiss Folk songs, all within his head, and play for us while sitting in the adirondack chair on the front porch. It was a uniquely Grandpa thing to do and I loved that.
Somewhere I'm sure there's a picture of it, but I don't have access to it right now. I'll allow my mind to journey back to those wonderful summer days, where we were together, enjoying beautiful music, and celebrating his heritage.
August 14th will mark a year since his passing. Somehow Swiss Independence Day and his departure for heaven seem appropriately placed in the same month. Before today I'd never thought about that.
Happy Swiss Independence Day!