HAPPY JULY 4th TO ALL FREEDOM LOVERS By Victoria Giraud

My multi-cultural apartment building is a symbol of what America stands for. There are people here who were born elsewhere but have happily assimilated in the land of opportunity–Southern California in the City of the Angels. And we have four American flags displayed: two in windows and two flying from the balcony. Makes me proud to be an American.

I was also proud of my country as an Army brat living in the Middle East. Americans living in Libya in the 1950s didn’t forget their normal holiday celebrations.  The Fourth of July celebration had its own unique touch. Not only were we celebrating Independence Day because of the U.S. Revolutionary  War, but also the fact that four American Marines serving on the ships sent by President Thomas Jefferson had died in 1805 fighting the infamous Barbary pirates. The Barbary Pirate fort still stands facing Tripoli Harbor.  Americans familiar with the Marine Corps Hymn remember the well-known words, “From the Hall of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli.”

Wheelus kids + Brit friend at the beach

I fondly remember a huge Fourth of July celebration about 1956  held west of Tripoli at Thirteen Kilometer Beach, named appropriately for its distance from the city. As I recall, the beach was wide enough for lots of activities and  for the many American attendees from Wheelus Air Force Base, and  various residences throughout Tripoli. My Libyan friend and Los Angeles neighbor, Mahmud, tells me that area is now a resort city named Janzour.  Now that the Libyan war is over, I hope it’s doing a booming business.

How exotic it was to celebrate an American tradition with camels and donkeys and on land once occupied by Phoenicians and Romans, who left many well-preserved ruins behind. Besides traditional American food like hot dogs, we had fireworks and three-legged races.

I looked forward to my first camel ride and eagerly climbed onto a makeshift seat that rested upon the camel’s sole hump. I was grateful that the irritable, growling camel was muzzled. The camel’s legs were folded under him, but at his Arab handler’s insistence, the back legs unfolded first and I swayed, rump first, into the air. The front legs swung up and suddenly I was sitting above everyone with a view of the beach and the 1,000 or so celebrants. The handler led his camel slowly around a circle, and I enjoyed the swaying back as the animal crunched along on the heavy beach sand. It was a brief thrill and remembered again not long ago when I saw the second Sex and the City movie, filmed in Morocco, which featured the four heroines riding camels. Too bad I have no photographic evidence of my camel ride.

Not wanting to miss out on new experiences, I decided to try a donkey ride as well. The donkey I chose proved too much for my limited bareback equestrian talents. After meekly walking around a circle for a few minutes, the animal decided I was a pushover, and off he went up a small adjacent hill in search of grass. I shouted for help, concerned partially for my bare feet, but my friends thought I was having fun and waved at me happily. When the beast found his grass, he stopped and I gratefully jumped off, feeling foolish that I hadn’t done it sooner. Animal training was not among my talents.

I’ve celebrated many July 4th holidays on California beaches, but the times in Tripoli will always have a special place in my heart.

 

5 Comments

  1. Not sure what you’re referring to, Tim. The Americans sent by Jefferson during the Barbary War? They were buried in Tripoli for about 200 years and then finally sent back to the US not long ago, as I recall. The internet has plenty of material on the action.

  2. Tim says:

    Inspiring story there. What happened after? Good luck!

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  3. Hobert Joyal says:

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  4. Victoria says:

    Hello Tim, Check out Facebook – Wheelus Ex-Student Association and look for a similar web site. Thanks for getting in touch. Victoria

  5. Tim Neal says:

    I was born at Wheelus in 1960. Do you have a link to a website of high school pics so I can find my brothers & sisters? Sandy Neal, Jim Neal, Bill Neal all graduated there, I believe.

    By the way, I was also a Marine for 10 years. It’s not the “Marine Corps Hymn”, it’s the “Marines Hymn”.

    Thanks!

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