I remember the 4th of July in 1976. I was living in Saint Cloud, going to school, and working at the Saint Cloud Manor home. The home was located just a short walk through the woods to the prison. This prison had high thick walls and is the largest wall after the great wall of China. One of my patients in this home was 104 years old. As I took care of her I asked if she remembered the Centennial in 1876. She nodded that she did remember it but she was unable to say much more about it. She was a nice lady and I was happy to work with her. Later that night the fireworks were set off. One lady with a German accent cried out from her bed saying, "The bombs! The bombs!" I tried to comfort her. I tried to explain fireworks but she wasn't having any of it. She was so scared. The 4th of July isn't to everyone's taste.
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