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Fourth of July, the celebration is here once again. I can’t help but to remember though, our brothers, sisters, husbands, wife's, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters and loved ones, who have chosen to serve. They are at this very moment in a strange land far from home and family. They may very well be watching fireworks displays, but they are of a completely different nature and purpose than those we watched. So please, take a moment of your day, and think of their sacrifice. Pray for their safe return home, and hope they are having an uneventful holiday week.
There are many wonderful Fourth of July’s I remember from the many years past in the mountains. More recently, the Como Fourth of July celebrations were the place to be for those of us from the small towns. It had turned into a pretty large event, but still kept that small town feel of community. Being that the majority of fireworks are illegal in Colorado, only sponsored or professional events were where you could see a reasonable display. The Jefferson Como Fire District, did a wonderful job of raising money all year long. Money just for the event in Como, so they could purchase fireworks, and organize a fun and beautiful affair. There were events all day long, a nice barbecue dinner, and a dance with a live band, after the large fireworks display.
One of my most memorable Fourths in Como, was sometime in the mid 1990’s. We had the regular influx of visitors from the cities, and lowlands. The fun part was that we had 6 inches of fresh, heavy wet snow fall. The looks of surprise and confusion of the faces of those not familiar with mountain life was just so priceless. People still have trouble believing me when I tell them I have seen 6 inches of snow on the Fourth of July.
Now for those who have never seen Como. It was a town of major importance in the 1800’s. A main hub of the Denver South Park and Pacific Railroad, with a large roundhouse and maintenance barns. At one time in it’s history, Como had been suggested as the possible capital of the state. Of course this had actually happened with so many of the towns of the time, most nothing but dust today. Como was a way point for many a traveling person in the old days. It was also a start point for the Boreas Pass rail line headed over to Breckenridge. In it’s heyday, it also had a darker side, being known as one of the more dangerous places in Colorado due to the large criminal element that stalked her streets and preyed on weary travelers. Reportedly, the Reynolds Gang traveled through Como on a regular basis, some even say they had a camp in the area. Today, it seems as if Como is all but forgotten. The population doesn’t even come close to breaking 100.