Category Archives: American Patriotism
I had an epiphany this morning, on why the Left does what it does. All leftist activity is devoted to installing a Marxist government in the United States. In order to do that, they must replace capitalist-loving, patriotic Americans with others more amenable to their plans.
How the left plans to replace America:
1. Open the borders to a tidal wave of Third World immigrants who do not share American values, traditions, cultures or beliefs. Most of these folks are less educated and do not understand nor care about politics, economics, or constitutional government. These immigrants vote overwhelmingly for the Democrat Party. They will vote for anyone promising free stuff, and willingly trade long term prosperity and stability for short term advantages. In short, they are more manageable and trainable to support leftist goals. They also have more children, thus growing their numbers over time.
Millions of non-voting illegal immigrants are now among us, and may provide the tipping point for making the leftist Democrats a permanent majority party. Recent calls, even by so-called Republicans, to grant these immigrants amnesty and make citizens of them, will achieve this.
2. Marginalize white people and reduce their numbers. Recent voting patterns prove that white people, especially white men, are the ethnicity most resistant to the goals of the Neo-Marxists, i.e. replacement of capitalism with socialism, massive wealth redistribution, and social regimentation. Not surprisingly, white men are the single most hated group by left wingers, and this is why whites are being targeted on college campuses. Whites must be replaced, and marginalized while they are being replaced, with feelings of shame and guilt over imaginary wrongs. Not surprisingly, whites are not replacing themselves through birthrates, and the white demographic is self-destructing. It is only a matter of time before whites are effectively replaced, taking their culture, nation and traditions with them.
The above two factors constitute population replacement. Before the left can replace America with something else, they must replace those who made it, believe in it, and maintain it.
What we on the right are missing are (1) a correct definition and description of the problem, and (2) effective strategies for reversing the above two trends.
We have set up two phone numbers for Bundy Ranch related issues.
The first number is for those wishing to volunteer for watch and other duties at the ranch and also for those who wish to send supplies to the ranch and need to know how best to send those supplies. Please do not call this number unless you wish to volunteer or send/donate supplies to the ranch. The individual on the phone will have a list of needed supplies. The main point of this number is to be able to establish a tentative schedule in order to best have all positions covered. We need people now but if you can’t make it for a few days or weeks we ask that you still call the line because we WILL have a need long term and we would like to get our roster fleshed out. If you are calling to volunteer be prepared to provide contact info, an estimated arrival date, the length of time you may wish to stay and give us some idea of the skills and equipment you have to offer.
Anyone volunteering for security/watch duty MUST put themselves under the leadership of the on-site security team leader, Jerry DeLemus, an Oath Keeper and the leader of the largest 912 Project group in New Hampshire.
The Watch Roster Hotline number is: 702-793-9217
The second number is to verify or quash Bundy Ranch related rumors. If you are hearing rumors, positive or negative, that are potentially of great importance use this number to get information directly from the folks on site. PLEASE use good judgement before calling this number. If we are overwhelmed with nonsense the line will be of no use.
The Rumor Verification Hotline number is: 702-793-9219
From WRSA: http://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/
Harry Reid and His Commie Friends are Evil and Enemies of our Great Nation. They are the Terrorists Within.
From mm: http://maddmedic.wordpress.com/
From WRSA: http://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/
As reported yesterday, hundreds of federal agents are still at the Bundy Ranch and the area continues its status as a no-fly zone. Despite major media reports that the Nevada Bureau of Land Management is retreating, the remaining activity that still surrounds the ranch illustrates a different scenario.
Not only is the BLM not actually backing off of Cliven Bundy, Sheriff Richard Mack of the Constitutional Sheriffs and Peace Officers Association has revealed stunning information: on Ben Swann’s radio program, Mack said that he has received intelligence from multiple, credible sources inside the BLM and the Las Vegas Metro that there is “no question” that the federal government is planning a raid on the Bundy home and the homes of their children who live on the property.
According to Mack, the so-called retreat was nothing more than theatrics. “It was a ploy to get people to back off, to get people out of the way. They weren’t expecting us to get this amount of people here. They were surprised by the numbers and so they wanted a way to get us out of here. This was a ploy to get us out of here and then they’re going after the Bundys.” Mack said that when he was at the Bundy ranch on Saturday there were an estimated 600 to 800 protesters present when federal agents were releasing the cattle.
“If they do that kind of raid, I don’t believe there’s any way that could happen without bloodshed,” Mack told Swann.
Mack spoke about the tactic that protesters could use by putting women at the front of the line facing the federal agents to make them think carefully before opening fire.
“I would’ve gone next. I would’ve been the next one to be killed. I’m not afraid to die here. I’m willing to die here,” said Mack.
Mack said that he had been told by Bundy that the federal government is actively shutting down the ranching industry, specifically in Clark County. He also revealed that there used to be 53 ranches in Clark County. All of those ranchers have been put out of business, except for Bundy who is still trying to hold on. “Every American should be outraged by it,” said Mack. The ranch has been in Bundy’s family since 1877.
Mack decried Nevada governor Brian Sandoval for declaring this situation unconstutional while doing nothing to stop it. “He could have called in the state’s national guard, could have called in the sheriff’s office, could have called in highway patrol, and he’s done nothing except assail what’s going on. That’s easy, that’s cowardly.”
Sheriff Mack also called out media including radio host Glenn Beck who he says is siding with the BLM on this issue.
“I can’t believe that there are some Americans, and some media like Glenn Beck, that are supporting the BLM in this and it’s absolutely disgraceful.”
. ———————————————————————————————————————— .
Local rancher Cliven Bundy may have his cattle back, but his supporters say they are still preparing for an imminent threat.
Militia groups from all over the country say they are flocking to the Bundy ranch to protect the family from a feared federal government raid.
The Bureau of Land Management allowed Bundy to release his cattle Saturday, after they felt threatened.
Bundy now has a whole contingent of armed guards surrounding him 24 hours a day.
“They’re just there, trying to make sure something crazy doesn’t happen to him,” Bundy’s son Ammon Bundy said.
His security detail and family feel he is someone to be protected because of what the federal government could do.
“There were snipers on the hills and armed guards and you know, military forces with cameras all over.” Ammon Bundy said.
Cliven Bundy fears that the government could gather up again because they never reached a formal deal.
He is also trying to determine whether federal agents damaged any of his cattle before they released them.
The BLM only allowed the family to open up the gate of the pen where the animals were being held because officers were afraid of violence. As of now, no one has cleared him to take back his cattle for good.
Taking the stage to address supporters Monday, Bundy was quickly obscured behind his guards. The detail told 8 News NOW they are now patrolling the area 24 hours a day looking for federal snipers.
“You never know, you never know,” Ammon Bundy said.
According to the BLM, Bundy has allowed his cattle to graze public land illegally for the past 20 years. Following two court orders, the feds started rounding up the cattle last week.
The agency also says Bundy owes more than $1 million in grazing fees for trespassing on federal lands since the 1990s.
Saturday, the BLM agreed to pull out of the area but hundreds of protesters flooded a BLM holding station, aiming to release hundreds of Bundy’s cattle.
Monday, Bundy says he never told his supporters to flood a federal cattle pen, using weapons. Members of Bundy’s security details say more militia groups are on their way and will be there for weeks to come.
Ammon Bundy says he was awake last night fearful the feds were going to come in and arrest his family.
No law enforcement have talked about arresting anyone in this dispute, and there is still no clear resolution to the fact that Bundy is grazing cattle on federal land without paying fees.
Clive Bundy may have prevailed over the weekend in his standoff with the Bureau of Land Management regarding his Nevada ranch and disputed ranch, but that’s just the first phase, according to Harry Reid.
“Well, it’s not over,” he told Reno’s KRNV. “We can’t have an American people that violate the law and just walk away from it, so it’s not over.”
Last week, the BLM began rounding up Bundy’s cattle amid controversy over whether he owed the federal government millions in grazing fees for his cattle being on their land. Bundy and his supporters, who gathered in Bunkerville, Nev., say that the rancher and his family have had rights to the land for over a century.
With tensions high, the BLM and federal agents backed off on Sunday, prompting some to think Bundy had prevailed. Reid’s comments may mean the government’s withdrawal was temporary, or that it will take a different approach to addressing the situation.
From TDG: http://thedaleygator.wordpress.com/
Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while.
And dying in your beds, many years from now,
would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that,
for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies
that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take…
Found at RBA: http://redbloodedamerica.tumblr.com/
From WRSA: http://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/
From 90 miles: http://ninetymilesfromtyranny.blogspot.com/
The Nuge on Obama:
Just last month, he called the president a “subhuman mongrel” in an interview with Guns.com.
“I have obviously failed to galvanize and prod, if not shame enough Americans to be ever vigilant not to let a Chicago communist-raised, communist-educated, communist-nurtured subhuman mongrel like the acorn community organizer gangster Barack Hussein Obama to weasel his way into the top office of authority in the United States of America.”
Tea Party audience cheers as Navy SEAL Benjamin Smith calls Obama a ‘Muslim traitor” and desecrates a quran by slamming it onto the floor
Former Navy SEAL Benjamin Smith was speaking the truth at the South Carolina Tea Party Coalition Convention, January 19, 2014 when he called Barack Hussein Obama a Communist and a Muslim traitor who is linked to the Muslim Brotherhood and al-Qaeda (al-Qaeda being the military arm of the Brotherhood).
MR (h/t FredericF) Smith spoke of Obama and his anti-American views and pro-Islamic leanings, asking why Obama finds the need to bow to Arab royalty and suggests it has something to do with two most “holy” mosques in the world located in their countries. He continues to question why we would shell out millions of dollars to Muslims that in, another current war, are viewed as the enemy.
I know that the intent is to change the system by way of making all things typically American become out-dated, or, in some cases, evil. Being white: bad; being of color; good. There was a time when Martin Luther King, Jr. sought only to be judged as whites were judged and I understood that and supported it then and continue to support it today. America is about individuals with the same opportunities as all other individuals. This is what I believed in as an American. I was proud of the melting pot: how we, as a nation, were able to embrace anyone with a great idea, or a good work ethic and let them earn the spoils without prejudice or slight of hand.
But something happened in the liberal mindset that sought the destruction of America by means of destroying Americans: individuals themselves. This happened not long ago with Phil Robertson, who seems to be one of those Americans who comes out on top, no matter what he does. A scholarship quarterback who chose duck hunting over the NFL. How often does that happen? How often does it happen that that individual becomes better known that almost any football player in America?
The point is simply this: somehow we allowed the insane to rule the asylum. Until very recently, anyone who said anything out of color about the tiniest minority group wound up apologizing to America on national television and feigning contriteness as best they could. No matter what anyone thinks of Duck Dynasty or Phil Robertson, it is a win for America that they were not able to destroy him for his beliefs.
This is the hypocrisy of the left, it is diversity as they say diversity is and if one is not on-board with that narrow definition of diversity they are destroyed by the media through association via whomever it is that gives them money, i.e., producers, employers or the public at large, because to associate with them is to endorse their views. But, they would not have that turned around; they would not like for me to refuse to associate with them based on their views, or habits, or lifestyles. No, that would be judgmental, narrow-minded and wrong.
Phil Robertson epitomizes us all: rural Americans, God-fearing Americans, typical Americans, somewhat uneducated, somewhat backward, like all of us and I mean every single one no matter how sophisticated on might believe themself to be.
That is the part the liberals can’t stand. They believe themselves above everyone else: they want to make laws for us dimwits; they want to pressure us into sophistication; they want to change us into something we are not, something that will accept their depravity and cowardice. Most of all they don’t want to go abroad and be compared to men like Phil Robertson. Until they get rid of him and anyone like him they will not be satisfied. The trouble is their narrow-minded, backward view of America is given to them from outsiders and makes them feel like hicks and fools. Because they feel that way and deep down they know it is true they must destroy truth.
This is the liberal mind at work: if the truth is undesirable, change the definition of truth; if the Constitution is an obstacle, change the definition of words until it means the opposite. On and on it goes, but until we, Americans, decide to stand up for our beliefs, we are nothing more than bystanders to our own destruction. We must have the courage to say we are Christians and will not be shamed out of our beliefs or made to be contrite over them. I believe in the word of God. Deal with it.
Remember December 7th 1941 – The Attack on Pearl Harbor. A day That Must Live on in Our Collective Memory.
Image from AD: http://americandigest.org/
Image from MM: http://maddmedic.wordpress.com/
Image from MM: http://maddmedic.wordpress.com/
Image from MM: http://maddmedic.wordpress.com/
The top hat worn by Abraham Lincoln to Fordâs Theatre on April 14th, 1865- approximately one week after Lee surrendered to Grant in Appomattox Courthouse thus ending the war.
For Lincoln: Born This Day in 1809 – “His Truth is Marching On”
To be born an American, or to become an American, you need only know and understand four things that we have written down. Our founding document, The Declaration of Independence. Our agreement with ourselves and our government that specifies and protects the self-evident truths and freedoms of the Declaration, The Constitution. Our national motto: “In God we trust.” And our credo, “The Gettysburg Address.”
A credo is a short and straightforward statement of beliefs or principles. A credo has no fixed length but lies somewhere between a motto and a manifesto. The most widely known traditional credo would be “The Apostles Creed.”
Although it is not often thought of as such, Lincoln’s brief oration at Gettysburg at noon on that long ago November day is, in all its elements, our national credo. Although shaped as prose fit to be cut, as it has been, into stone, The Gettysburg Address is also a lyrical poem as polished as a crystal prism. Through it, all that we had been up until that day midway through our most terrible conflict passed and was transformed into the multifaceted nation we have become today. And it is still not finished with us, nor we with it.
The Address shows us first how we came into existence as “the last best hope of Earth.” It echoes the opening refrain of the Declaration’s notes of liberty and equality. It reminds us of our original goals of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;” goals to which our founding fathers pledged their “lives, fortunes, and sacred honor.” It implies that all generations of Americans must, if the nation is to endure, pledge the same.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
The poem then brings the credo into the present. Not just the present moment of November 19, 1863, but all the present moments that came after right up to this very day in November in 2010. Then the argument between Americans had become so pitched that civil war between the contending factions had torn the nation asunder. We have come close to similar passes since then several times, but have — remembering “the better angels of our nature” — always turned aside and found a way to move forward together as a great nation of a greater people. Now may be another such moment; another such turning. Lincoln could not know our moment, but in his credo he indicates his belief that the test of his moment will be passed and that the nation will long endure. He also knows the cost of that test for those who “gave their lives that that nation might live.”
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
From that moment in that long ago November, Lincoln’s credo casts a cold eye on the ultimate costs of liberty whenever men determine that liberty, for themselves and their posterity, is worth whatever sacrifice is asked of them. Out of that vision he tells us what the duty of all future generations of Americans must be.
In the closing of the Address, Lincoln is at once a President, a poet, a seer, and an American. As such, he closes the credo to which all future Americans must cleave. The credo requires us to be constantly renewing the work of liberty. The credo tells us that we — if we are to bear true faith and allegiance to all those who have built, stone by stone, poem by poem, word by word, and life by life, the city on the hill that is America — must always be dedicated to the unfinished work that is always before us. The credo requires that we “highly resolve” to leave our nation in a greater state of liberty than we found it. And to leave our Union entire and intact as “the last best hope of Earth.”
The most successful revolution in history was not the Russian Revolution or the Chinese Revolution. It was the American Revolution. It began more than two centuries ago and it continues to this day. It is not over yet. This is its credo.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Dateline: Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. November 19, 1863
The only confirmed photo of Abraham Lincoln (circled) at Gettysburg, taken about noon, just after Lincoln arrived and some three hours before the speech. To Lincoln’s right is his bodyguard, Ward Hill Lamon.
The Tea Party is not a “Party” – It is the Spirit and Fire that Resides in All American Patriots. It is the Power of the Individual. We the People.
Who are we?
Who are we who are called ‘the TEA Party’, ‘Hobbits’, ‘Visigoths’, ‘Domestic Terrorists’, etc.?
How would you describe yourself and the rest of us who are fighting to restore our freedoms and liberties?
Before we can explain who we are and why we are battling the forces of Leftism, we have to clearly understand the who, the why, and the what, and be able to clearly relate that understanding to those who have not joined us in the fight — who are still salvageable from the clutches of the Nihilist maw.
In a post on Friday, Jeff Goldstein provides an explanation of the who and the why and the what, and also the power that fuels us.
He links back to a post he composed in 2011 where he remarked:
But what they don’t seem to understand about the TEA Party is that it isn’t an actual party. Instead, it is a mindset, a counter-revolutionary impulse to the counter-revolutionary coup of Big Centralized Government against the founding and framing of this country.
They can’t kill the TEA Party. Because the TEA Party can disband only as a descriptor. The attitude and beliefs that give it its most visible shapes, from time to time — be it as the revolutionaries who broke from a King, or as the Reagan Revolution, or as teh TEA Party — cannot be disgraced or marginalized. Because the attitude and beliefs that give rise to iterations like the TEA Party are the attitudes and beliefs that in a very real sense are this country and, insofar as we really dobelieve in the words of our own Declaration of Independence, are the beliefs and attitudes shared by all men and women who wish to break free of tyranny and live their lives not as subjects, but rather under a set of natural rights that governments exist solely to protect.
The TEA Party the establishment ruling class is hoping to marginalize and destroy here is a kind of mist: it can disperse and then reappear in new forms, under new names and descriptions, but it is always the same, and it always has the same goals and desires. It is, in that sense, the very atmosphere of this country.
And here is Jeff from Friday:
So bring it on. All the demonization you heap on us matters not. We are not a traditional party. We are an idea — the idea, the Founding idea as laid out in the Declaration and later codified in the Constitution’s ratification. And so we will always be around, in the air and on the ground, visible only when we decide to coalesce into the next movement.
To some very nuanced insiders, this kind of hokey patriotism seems so antiquated and gauche. Which is what happens when you live your life without principles: you wind up sneering at everyone else’s to prove to yourself that your shameless expedience and intellectual cowardice is really something more sophisticated than that, an illusion you maintain by finding a consensus among the like minded cowards and gleeful capitulators you rely on to save you from the self-loathing your really should, were you honest, be feeling every time you lace up one of your ridiculous overpriced wingtips.
Damn well put.
The Spirit that animated The Founding Fathers is the one that is within us. We may not understand all of it’s nuances and details, but it permeates every part of our souls. We have freely opened up our hearts and minds to this Spirit of Freedom and Liberty. We are it and it is us.
This Spirit is a grand gift we have been given and we have come, especially in the last half-decade, to give it the appreciation it’s due. But, more importantly, we have come to realize that possessing this gift bestows on us a sacred duty, as well. And that duty is to actively engage in the battle to keep the idea, Jeff so eloquently wrote about, alive.
This duty is even more important than winning the battle to save The United States, for as long as the Idea lives in the soul of one human being, there is hope for the world because the sacred idea survives.
We are not and never were believers in some utopian shining city on a hill, some kind of Heaven On Earth.
Rather, we are the Keepers of The Flame Of Freedom And Liberty, the Guardians of Good against the forces of Evil in the world.
We are The Camp Of The Saints who guard The Beloved City.
We are a minority, we are subject to endless calumnies, we are the abnormal in a Society that has embraced the degraded, the depraved, and the perverse.
Up is down in this Nihilistic Age; down is up in this Culture Of Death.
And we are the OUTLAWS.
From Bob At TCOTS: http://thecampofthesaints.org/
My Friend Barbara
Shwenkfelder Library Collection
There was no television, no rock music, and no culture of youth worship in America when my friend Barbara was born in a small town in southwestern Indiana in 1935. The town was surrounded by farms. Barbara used to visit her grandparents in a white frame house with a large porch on one of those farms. There was a well for water and a drinking cup. She would help her grandmother gather eggs in the chicken house. Her grandmother wore a long-sleeved dress, a bonnet with a big brim, and shoes with two-inch heels. Barbara remembers playing dominoes. The grown-ups would play card games like Euchre. Around the player piano, the family would sing along to songs like “My Darling Clementine” and “She’ll be Coming ‘Round the Mountain.”
Barbara lived as a girl and young lady in the small town of Odon, Indiana, where the main street was called Main Street. There were no stoplights. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone, doors were left unlocked, and doctors made house calls. Amish buggies were a common sight. There was a bank, a department store, a poultry house, a dress shop, grocery stores, a furniture store, a clothing company, and lumber companies. Barbara’s father was a barber and her mother was a beautician.
“Odon is a thriving little town situated in the center of a splendid agricultural country….”, Goodspeed’s History of Daviess County, Indiana reported in 1886. “The people of Odon are religiously inclined, go to church regularly, and are very much opposed to saloons…” The same was true half a century later: Barbara remembers three churches and just one tavern in Odon in the 1940s.
On some nights in her childhood Barbara remembers hearing dance music on radio from the Trianon Ballroom in Chicago.
Barbara walked to and from school. She did not care for history or mathematics, but she enjoyed learning geography and taking part in spelling bees. She and her childhood friends improvised games and found delight in nature. She had a lemonade stand, played with her kitten “Fuzzy,” and was the pitcher on a softball team. They often rode their bicycles to Walnut Hill Cemetery, just north of town. It was the family custom to visit the gravesites on Decoration Day and preserve the memory of those who have died.
The Rexall drug store on Main Street occupies a place in Barbara’s memory with its Captain Marvel comic books, soda fountain, booths, and candy selections like red-hots, gumballs, and orange slices. Another childhood pleasure that Barbara remembers was a cold bottle of Nehi orange soda on a summer day.
Outside the drug store was the “Liar’s Bench” where men would sit and smoke cigarettes, exchange tall tales, and tease the girls who walked by. “From earliest times, men in American small towns and rural communities have gathered at crossroads, stores, and taverns to swap yarns and tell tales,” the WPA booklet Hoosier Tall Stories reported in 1937. “So common is this yarn-swapping among Hoosiers that a time-honored institution exists from which the yarns are started on their rounds. This institution is called variously the ‘Lazy’ or ‘Liar’s Bench’, the ‘Community Bench’, and the ‘Cracker Barrel’…” (See this plaque on a Liar’s Bench in another southern Indiana town. And here is a photo of men sitting on a Liar’s Bench in Waveland, Indiana, in the early 1940s.)
Barbara’s father loved horses and presented horse shows in a neighboring town. His friends and family enjoyed many hearty laughs when one of those horse shows was described in a newspaper as a “hore show.”
On weekends, Barbara and her parents would ride in her father’s 1941 Chevy to a movie theater in a nearby town. She enjoyed the movies of Shirley Temple and Tarzan, Westerns, and musicals featuring the Wilde Twins, Lee and Lyn. Popcorn was available for a dime. In the days afterwards, Barbara and her friends would improvise games in which they would become Tarzan or Jane. Their imaginations never suffered. There was no television with an endless parade of pictures and packaged entertainment to neutralize their imagination.
As a young lady, Barbara took part in fashion shows at the “Old Settlers” festival in the city park. It was an annual event that featured bingo games, music, rides for children, and socializing. (It is still held every August.)
Many people go through life with a certain incapacity to appreciate its beauty and variety. Barbara is the opposite: She absorbs and appreciates its beauty and wonders more deeply than most people, ranging from the first time she heard the hoot of an owl, to the variety of fruits and vegetables grown in and around Odon, to the type and colors of flowers in neighbors’ gardens, to the simple pleasure of riding a bicycle built for two on Mackinac Island.
Barbara has been a homemaker and housewife, a mother, a beautician, and a saleslady in women’s apparel and kitchen décor. She and her first husband drove west to California along the old, two-lane Route 66. She has lived in places as far apart as Ohio, Washington, D.C., Chicago, Kansas City, and Coronado Island, California. She has outlived two husbands.
It was entirely by chance that Barbara and I met. A small-town girl and a big-city boy found themselves in agreement one evening when they met in a hallway and expressed the judgment that people are moving way too fast in modern life. Joining the rat race was an idea that never appealed to her or to me. Since then we have spent many hours talking long into the night, reminiscing about her childhood in that small town, the happy times and the sad times, her extended family and friends, and her adventures in life and love. We talked of all that and of her love of food and cooking, of grits and red eye gravy, of her travels through many small towns, of mountain roads in Colorado, earthquakes in Indiana, and snowstorms in D.C., and of the beauty of the night sky, the planet Venus at dusk, and the pointer stars in Ursa Major forming a path to the North Star (Polaris) and the brilliant orange-red giant star Arcturus.
When our conversation is interrupted by the noise of people speeding along the road in their trendy automobiles or motorcycles, I say to Barbara, “They’re in a big hurry.” And with the wisdom of someone who has seen and heard it all, she adds, “…and going nowhere”. She knows it and I know it, but it will take them years to figure that out.
Barbara grew up in a place and time when children could still have a decent childhood. She was surrounded by friends, family, and extended family. Such people now fill her memories. They measured their lives by the old-fashioned standards of responsibility, hard work, self-reliance, honor, decency, and neighborliness, not by how fast they could move, how many toys they could cram into their lives, or by imagining that the perennial moral problems in life are going to be solved by improved technology.
“Multi-tasking” is a trendy idea by which modern Americans imagine they are superior to previous generations. Barbara thinks “multi-tasking” is nonsense, which of course it is.
Barbara’s life spans two very different eras in American culture, from years when Americans were disciplined, confident, proud, and had a wealth of common sense – to today, when they are undisciplined, ill-mannered, adolescent-witted, and do not have the sense God gave to horses. In the absence of material excess, Americans once had substantial moral sense. In the midst of material excess, they now have minimal or no moral sense.
Every life represents a story. Painting pictures with words and memories is a talent that is fast disappearing in a nation whose people are now drunk on speed, manufactured entertainment, and technological gadgets. In the years when Barbara was growing up, philosopher Richard Weaver saw that coming and wrote about it in his essays and books like Ideas Have Consequences. Conversation is one casualty of those things. But Barbara has that talent. She loves conversation and has a remarkable memory, so remarkable that I told her she could have been a spy. She graduated from high school at a time when teaching was both competent and effective.
The spoken word was dominant in Americans’ lives in the pre-television years when Barbara was growing up: In conversation at home, around the table, in visits with extended family, in school, and on radio programs. That is one reason why she and others of her generation speak sensibly and clearly. It is one reason why their conversation is not littered with the ear-grating nonsense of “like, awesome…like, cool…like, you know” now spoken by all young people and many of their elders who should know better but don’t.
Through her words and memories, Barbara paints delightful pictures of life in a small town at a sensible pace and on a sensible scale, with the usual pleasures and problems. They remind me of two songs: The song-and-dance number “Kokomo, Indiana” performed by Betty Grable and Dan Dailey in the 1947 motion picture “Mother Wore Tights,” and the hauntingly-lovely version of “Back Home Again in Indiana” sung by Martha Mears while Fred MacMurray and Barbara Stanwyck are dancing in the 1940 motion picture “Remember The Night.”
Mother Nature has not been kind to Barbara in recent years, inflicting upon her a series of burdens ranging from allergies to inner ear problems to multiple surgeries to cancer, and now a minor stroke. She is waging the toughest battle of her life. But she does not permit herself to get discouraged. She is determined to conquer those things. She has a reservoir of toughness. At age two, she showed enough spirit to earn the nickname “Toughie.” She would take on the Marines if she thought they were in the wrong. But she is also sentimental and fond of songs like “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
Although she is not a reader or writer, Barbara has written down some of her memories on random scraps of paper. She has the right idea. She knows the importance of passing on the character, stories, and traditions of her family and extended family and remembering those who have died but live still in memory. My impression is that her generation may be among the last to understand those things. How many Americans today understand it? Can people have any such understanding when they are engaged in the mindless pursuit of speed and commotion? Richard Weaver wrote in the 1940s about the decline of respect for the past, tradition, and age. His words were valid then and are still valid. But the situation today is much worse: Americans are awash in a mass culture as gaudy, shallow, and ephemeral as any group of carnival sideshows. Was there ever a time when Americans were more drunk on speed, novelty, and sensation or showed greater contempt for the experience and wisdom of their old folks? These, I suggest, are unmistakable signs of deep moral and cultural rot.
I compose these words on a park bench in mid-day, surrounded by trees, grass, flowers, a blue sky, puffy white clouds, a few bees, and a pleasant early-autumn breeze. It is a good place to sit and remember. The park is across from a house that my aunt and uncle called home fifty years ago. They are long gone, as are many people in Barbara’s extended family, and others now live far away. The Past is a country Barbara and I enjoy visiting as often as we desire. It is a most agreeable place to spend “these precious days” with a dear friend.
From Thinking Housewife: http://www.thinkinghousewife.com/wp/2013/10/my-friend-barbara/#more-61436
From MM: http://maddmedic.wordpress.com/
All pics from Weasel Zippers. To see more pics and videos go to WZ: http://weaselzippers.us/
From WZ: http://weaselzippers.us/