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Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Happy 4th of July, ya'll.  Sometimes the celebration of a holiday becomes so routine that we forget why the tradition ever started.  This should not be one of them!  We live in a country where freedom truly means everything to us.  We, as a nation, have sacrificed sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters and many other loved ones to this cause which is as much a part of our being as the heart that beats in our body.  We are Americans and proud of it! 
History Lesson: Part 1 

First 4th of July

It was in the year 1776 that representatives from the thirteen colonies met together in Philadelphia, to sign the final declaration to England of our independence. After decades of mistreatment, over taxation and living under a tyrannical government, the colonists had had enough.
They came here as British citizens and were being governed as property instead of as British citizens. They weren’t going to stand for any further abuses of power by a King and Parliament that appeared to not care for them. The early founding fathers banded together and brought arms to bear against the military of the King to drive them out of this country and back to England. By expelling the British from our shores, we became a self-ruled country.
The war waged for almost a decade to secure our freedom from the British. Often ill equipped and hungry, the revolutionary soldiers were determined that they possess a country of free men and women. Their struggles and hardships were given so that we might live in a country without the tyranny of a monarch thousands of miles away.
The fight for freedom has touched all our lives throughout the years.  My beloved brother, David, fought in a foreign country.  As a teenager, this was the most agonizing time of my life.  The evening news only intensified my fear for his safety.  It still brings tears to my eyes as I remember the raw emotion of realizing that he was on American soil again and coming home. 

Many times as I watch popular and successful entertainers on T.V. distort and forget the lyrics to our National Anthem, I just want to scream!  How can you live in a country, that has allowed you to become rich and famous, and not be respectful enough to know the words to the most important song?  Well, let me remind you how it goes.  Don't just read the words!  Feel the words! 

Here we have another history lesson (part 2), thank you very much.

 In 1813 the commander of Ft. McHenry asked for a flag so big that "the British have no trouble seeing it from a distance." He asked Mary Young Pickersgill to make the flag for him. Her thirteen year old daughter Caroline helped her. She used 400 yards of fine wool. They cut 15 stars that were two feet across. There were
8 red and 7 white stripes. The stripes were each two feet wide. When it was finished it measured 30 by 42 feet and cost $405.90.

During this time Francis Scott Key was a lawyer in Georgetown, just a few miles from Washington D.C. He and his wife Mary had 6 sons and 5 daughters.

In 1814, the British captured Washington and set the Capitol on fire. President James Madison and his wife Dolley had to leave the White House and run to a safer place.

After this attack, the Americans knew that Baltimore would be attacked next. The British had captured Mr. Key's friend. His name was William Beanes and he was a doctor. Key and another man set out to try to save Dr. Beanes' life. They told the British the doctor had helped to save British soldiers who had been wounded. They agreed to free him, but they wouldn't let them leave because the three men had overheard the British making plans to attack. So they were placed under guard on a British ship.

It was from this ship Francis Scott Key watched the bombing of Ft. McHenry. There was a lot of smoke and haze, but when daylight came, he could see the flag was still waving.

Put yourself there with Francis Scott Key when he penned these words:

The Star-Spangled Banner

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner!  Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto:  "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

The flag which flew over Ft. McHenry is now at the Smithsonian in the Museum of American History. The flag is very fragile and they keep a curtain in front of it to protect it from the light and dust. They show the flag for a few moments once every hour when the museum is open to the public.
A spectacular view looking down from the ceiling of the National Museum of American History at the Star Spangled Banner and Foucault Pendulum exhibits just inside the museum's Mall entrance.



(Smithsonian photo #95-1155/4 by Eric Long)


The Star Spangled Banner, America's most famous flag and a highlight of any visit, is the flag that inspired the national anthem. The Foucault Pendulum, which seems to rotate as it swings, demonstrates the rotation of the earth.

God Bless all those who are in service to our country, at home and abroad.  Thank you from a grateful American!  God Bless all the families who love them.  Thank you for your sacrifice.  God Bless America and the freedom we represent.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Nature's Music.......rain

When we pay attention to nature’s music, we find that everything on the earth contributes to its harmony.
Hazrat Inayat Khan

Guess what? It's raining!  It has rained for two days! Again!  I can choose to look at the situation as a monsoon or as nature's music (the title says it all, doesn't it?)  To me the sun always shines on Harmony Acres even when nature's music comes in the form of rain. 

It's been a busy three days.  So let me share:
An overabundance of Honeysuckle fills the air with a heavenly fragrance.
Let me start with last Friday.
After the usual dogs in, dogs out, other dogs out, feed cats and gallons of coffee, I mowed (got stuck in the mud again) parts of the yard. The reason only parts of the yard got mowed was because gasoline is now $3.90 a gallon.  Still, to deter snakes and spiders and other creepy, crawly things, I mowed around the house and barn.(and the lateral lines were mowed; hoping to promote drainage in house)  This is the way it worked:  mow, sneeze (tree pollen), mow, sneeze (tree pollen), mow, sneeze (tree pollen & honeysuckle?)!
The serene beauty of old-fashioned Iris plants can be seen throughout Harmony Acres.


Anyway, now let's get to the fun part!  My peach trees that I planted  on March 29th of this year, each have a golf ball size baby peach.  I ran to get my camera because I was so....excited!  Hooray!  Now that's progress!  I couldn't wait to see my friend Orchard John to tell him (he laughed at my enthusiasm over such a simple thing)!
Harmony's first peach!
My neighbor, Willis, trimmed (chainsaw required) out the brush around our pear tree.  The tree was already here when we moved onto the property 18 years ago but it never produced anything.  Just look at it now!
Our Pear tree is loaded with baby pears for the first time.
With all of the rain, we have accumulated quit a collection of shoes on the front porch.  Wear one pair while the others dry you know.
Pushka says "good grief, I can't even get to my bed! (flag pillow)
How many pairs of shoes do you need?"
Joyce, this ones for you.  The pineapple sage you saved for me is doing great!  I plan to repot it today.
Pineapple Sage herb has many uses including tea.
Saturday and Sunday I worked at the store.  Time just flies when I'm there.  Get to see all my rowdy friends.  Now it's time to start a new week with sunshine in the forecast.  Thank you, Lord.

With the damp cool weather, it is a perfect day for a Simple Living food staple:  brown beans.  I will put a pot of beans on to cook (extra heat in the house) add ham (left over from Easter), cook fried potatoes (cheap) and top it off with good old Southern Style Sweet Cornbread.  It doesn't get any better than that.
America is a tune.  It must be sung together. 
Gerald Stanley Lee, Crowds

Justice has been done!
GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Whatever Happened to "Made In America"?

Maybe a person's time would be as well spent raising food as raising money to buy food. 
Frank A. Clark
Today, my neighbor Willis drove me over to visit our  friend John's orchard.  We were greeted with a smile and told to help ourselves (we had come to dig plum tree saplings).  It was my first trip to John's house. 

My friends and country neighbors Willis and John.
An orchard doesn't really shine this time of year but the mass removal of trees shocked me.  John said the apple trees were over 20 years old (past their prime) and he was 80 years old so it was time to cut back.  For both he and the trees.  He told us that last year most of the fruit rotted on the ground because no one wanted to come and pick it (the orchard is one of those pick your own fruit enterprises) and he had trouble finding anyone to work the land with him. 
Don't misunderstand me, there are still plenty of trees left, but in my mind I could see it as it once was. The blackberry bushes had been ripped out. There are the remnants of a beekeeping building located next to the pond which has an irrigation system for the orchard.  It is easy to imagine how glorious it was in days gone by.
I came home with five new plum saplings with the hope of having an orchard one day.  We already have a good start with a Granny Smith apple tree and a Red Delicious, both very nice producers. We also had one plum tree already and last year we planted two Black Walnut trees. There is also a Pear tree out the in pasture that requires some attention before it will bloom (smothered out by scrub brush).

Five of these little darlings now grace our land.
Our long driveway has blackberry bushes all the way down to the road on one side.  I picked some last year and boy, did I have the chiggers to prove it.  Snakes are really fond of blackberry bushes too so I wore boots to pick berries. If I were ever bitten by a snake, forget anti venom, just bring Life flight because I'm sure a heart attack would be imminent! 

The trip to John's was bittersweet.  I can almost see happy families picking fruit together, children running and laughing and finally taking their treasures home for freezing, canning or just eating as they are.  It was a much simpler time. 
There is a deep sadness for the waste of last years crop because no one was willing to pick their own as opposed to running to the nearest WalMart.  It's very important to buy as many local products as possible.  We save on fuel consumption to deliver the product, ensure employment for our friends and neighbors and more importantly buy American.  There was a time when the only things in the stores marked "made in China" were junk trinketts.  However, that is no longer the case.  How did this happen?  Apparently, I did not fully understand the legal mumbo jumbo of the trade agreements and the long term effects on the working class (me and you)!  It's hard to decipher the truth when two opposing sides have spin doctors to deliver "their" truth.  This is America, dog gone it! How did this happen?

 If we, as a nation, continue on this instant gratification binge, I fear we are in for some serious hard times ahead.  We will someday chastise ourselves with.....if only I had............What? Picked an apple? Planted a tree? Found alternative fuel sources? Learned to plant a garden? Used less with more efficiency? Appreciated our elders for the vast knowledge they have? What?  It's never too late to start! Anything wrong with beginning today?  I have an unshakable faith in "we the people". Americans are "clutch" players. (A "clutch" athlete is one who performs well in pivotal or high pressure situations. This includes many instances where a good performance means the difference between a win and a loss.) The more difficult the circumstances the better we perform. Just watch us!  God Bless America!

Well, I'll step off my soapbox for the day and get back to my gardening.  Let me leave you with one last thought:
America is another name for opportunity.  Our whole history appears like a last effort of divine providence on behalf of the human race. 
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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