The Day Fall City Danced: A July 4th Celebration in the Shadow of War
While General Howard debated tactics against Native tribes elsewhere in Washington Territory, residents of Fall City gathered in a cedar grove to celebrate the nation's birthday with speeches, picnics, and swings.
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Fall City, July 13.
Thinking that 'our celebration' was worthy the notice of the public, I now take this opportunity of writing you a few lines. July 4, 1877, dawned cool but pleasant. The weather for sometime previous had been very unfavorable for picnicking, but kind Providence, that 'ever favors the brave,' gave us a pleasant day.
At 10 o'clock, about seventy persons assembled together, in a beautiful grove of Cedars, on the farm of Mr. H. Stearns. Many came from Snoqualmie Prairie, the distance of seven miles, and nine from Squak, ten miles from here, all intent on celebrating this, the 101st anniversary of our Republic.
Mr. Robin, from Seattle, read the Declaration of Independence most admirably. Judge Burke, from the same place, delivered a most eloquent oration. Next on the pit-granular was Wm. G. [illegible]. We were pleased to see such a table filled with all the good things of the sea and land. The favorite fruit for the day must have been the grape. We were blessed with a good appetite, and ample diet in the middle, for which the host will please accept many thanks.
In the afternoon we were entertained by various athletic sports, canning race, etc. In the evening all that wished to 'trip the light fantastic toe,' were cordially invited to route to the school house and dance to their hearts' content.
The ball was kept up by some until morning, when they, too, tired and sleepy, retired to their respective homes. The only accident that happened to mar the pleasure of the day, was the fall of a young man by the name of George Sherman from one of the swings. His injuries, upon examination, proved of no very serious nature, and he is now recovering.
The next day a dozen or more 'pleasure seekers' visited the rails. They returned in the evening, feeling very tired; but well pleased with their trip. So ended the celebration at Fall City.
This account captures a moment of communal resilience in Fall City (now part of Kent) during 1877, a year marked by national labor strikes and regional conflicts. While the broader territory grappled with military campaigns against Indigenous peoples, local residents focused on civic ritual and leisure, highlighting how small communities maintained social cohesion even amidst turbulent political backdrops.
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