Subject: The American Flag
Why do most people put the American flag at half-position. Sorry if I sound stupid..
Red Sox fans are everywhere, but how many attended the 1918 World Series? Not many. But there does exist a least one fan left at the age of 107 years old by the name of Obeline Biron.
She became a Boston Red Sox fan in 1918 when the Boston Red Sox became the 1918 World Series champions. Biron remembers the win,
“I was 12 years old and of course all the kids in the neighborhood went crazy.”
Biron has her own superstition, “The first club that gets a home run will be the team that will win.”
Today, October 30, 2013, more people will become fans as: Boston Red Sox Win World Series, Beating St. Louis Cardinals 6-1 in Game 6 !
BOSTON October 31, 2013 (AP)
1.Temperance. Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation.
2.Silence. Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.
3.Order. Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.
4.Resolution. Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.
5.Frugality. Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.
6.Industry. Lose no time; be always employ’d in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.
7.Sincerity. Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.
8.Justice. Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.
9.Moderation. Avoid extremes; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.
10.Cleanliness. Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, cloaths, or habitation.
11.Tranquillity. Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.
12.Chastity. Rarely use venery but for health or offspring, never to dullness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another’s peace or reputation.
13.Humility. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
Billy the Kid had many names. He was born William Henry McCarty Jr. on November 23, 1859 in New York City. Some of his aliases were Henry McCarty, Henry Antrim, and William Bonney.
His life of crime started in youth after the death of his mother to tuberculosis when he was only 15. He and his brothers partook in thievery, before The Kid joined a violent gang in the west part of the country.
Billy the Kid was shot dead July 14,1881 in Ft. Sumner, New Mexico. His executioner was Sheriff Patrick Garrett. Garrett wrote the first account of the Outlaw’s life helped along by other writers to follow in making Billy the Kid into the western outlaw sensation we know of today.
Billy the Kid is arrested for the first time. (2013). The History Channel website. Retrieved 3:33, October 8, 2013, from http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/billy-the-kid-is-arrested-for-the-first-time.
Anne Hutchinson and her family arrived in America on September 18, 1634 and settled in Cambridge, Massachusetts. A controversial woman of religious fervor, she held meetings in her home for the women of Boston. She taught that salvation was through faith only and not dictated by church attendance or by the laws of the church.
Her message was met with hostility and she stood trial in 1637. Anne Hutchinson was found guilty of heresy against the Puritan tenet and banished from Massachusetts. She, her family and 70 followers settled on the Island of Aquidneck, Rhode Island.
In 1642, she moved to Pelham Bay, New York with her children, where in 1643 she met her death in an Indian massacre. Anna Hutchinson is noted in history as the first female religious leader of the American colonies.
You can learn more about Anne Hutchinson and the woman of America at http://www.history.com/topics/anne-hutchinson.
Anne Hutchinson on trial: www.jssgallery.org/Other_Artists/Edwin_Austin_Abbey/Anne_Hutchinson_on_Trial.htm
While waiting to checkout at the grocery store I overhear a man telling the cashier how dry it is in far Western Oklahoma. He said, “It is so dry the grasshoppers don’t even bother to stop to take a nibble cause there’s nothing to eat.” Listening to their conversation took me back to one of my Mother’s childhood stories about her days of growing up during the depression and the drought of the 1930’s.
“Life was hard and my parents struggled to keep food on the table. In the morning, Daddy always got up first to tend the fire in the cook stove so Momma could start preparing breakfast before the heat of daylight hit.
After breakfast, my brothers and I would head out to school with our books and our lunch buckets. As we walked down the old dirt road to school we daydreamed of small breezes and cooler days, but then reality hit us in the face. The breeze was more like hot air blowing from a furnace that would sweep up the red Oklahoma dirt and pelt our faces and skin. The dirt found places in the crevices of our bodies to hide irritating our tender skin and rubbing us raw. When we got to school we had to wash off the dirt as best we could and settle down for class, but it was so hard to concentrate in the sweltering heat of the classroom.
As the day passed we began to dread the walk home, for as bad as the walk to school was the walk home was even worse. The sun was so unforgiving and the hot wind was higher and more torturous than in the morning. My brothers and I were so desperate for relief that we would run from cloud shade to cloud shade and from tree shade to tree shade, but those shade spots were far and few between. By the time we got home we were dripping with sweat and our bodies and clothes were covered in red dirt.
When we were not in school or doing our chores, we lain down on the ground and watched the sky in hope that we could spot a rain cloud. They would wisp by every now and then, and a small bit of excitement would catch in our throats, but we didn’t dare shout for joy, because we never knew if Mother Nature was just teasing us or promising us rain. At lunchtime, Daddy would come in from the fields and lay on the floor for his afternoon nap. The floor was cool compared to everyplace else because of the crawl space under the house.
After supper, Daddy would pull the mattresses outside and put them on top of the house or on the ground so we would get the cooler air of the night. We would do anything to find some relief from the torment of heat. We lain under the stars and Daddy would say a prayer for the rains to come and for the depression to end and each day we awoke with hope that change was coming.“
I relish the memories of my Mother’s childhood stories and I love their historical relevance. As history repeats itself I think back on her stories and I realize this is only a rerun and we will prevail just as our ancestors before us.
The Dust Bowl. (2013). The History Channel website. Retrieved 12:02, September 12, 2013, from http://www.history.com/photos/the-dust-bowl.