Thursday, July 3, 2008

Happy Fourth of July

To All My Family and Friends Who Celebrate Independence Day,
I wanted to wish you all A Very Happy Fourth of July.

I came to this country all those years ago and have grown to love you. I have been fortunate enough to travel its four corners and many places in between. Today I think of all those brave immigrants who ventured here long ago. I have listened to incredible stories that were better than any movie. Gregg's Dad's family came from Norway and his Mother's family came from England and France. They went through so much and this family history will be passed down from generation to generation.

I found the following to share.


I Hear America Singing

Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat,

The deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,

Or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother,or of the young wife at work,

Or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.


Ragged Old Flag

Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square,

On a park bench an old man was sitting there.

I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down."

He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town."

I said, "Your flagpole has leaned a little bit,

And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it."

He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down.

"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"

I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag,

But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag.

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there

When Washington took it across the Delaware.

And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key

Sat watching it writing 'Oh Say Can You See.'

And it got a bad rip in New Orleans

With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams.

"And it almost fell at the Alamo

Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on through.

She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,

And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.

There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,

And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag.

"On Flanders Field in World War I

She got a big hole from a Bertha gun.

She turned blood red in World War II.

She hung limp and low by the time it was through.
She was in Korea and Vietnam.

She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.

"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,

And now they've about quit waving her back here at home.

In her own good land she's been abused.

She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused.

"And the government for which she stands

Is scandalized throughout the land.

And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin,

But she's in good shape for the shape she's in.

'Cause she's been through the fire before,

And I believe she can take a whole lot more.

"So we raise her up every morning,

Take her down every night.

We don't let her touch the ground,

And we fold her up right.

On second thought I do like to brag,

'Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag."


  1. Happy 4th of July, we had our first date 27 years ago today!!

  2. thanks Gill, hope you are celebrating the anniversary of your first date.