Every year this time, amid grilled foods and sparkling projectiles, someone you know will still be patriotic enough to sing the National Anthem. "The Star-Spangled Banner" is difficult to sing and God bless the singer who makes it through, but would it surprise you to know that there are three more verses?
Here's a YouTube video showing a former Marine singing the National Anthem's final verse:
O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry 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!
Let's not let these pieces of our history disappear.
Am I the only mom who hums the Redwall theme song? I always thought the tune was rather catchy. I never actually watched the show, but the children saw all of the episodes - thanks to Netflix. And, yes, they informed me of every discrepancy with the Redwall books.
Fess Parker, who played Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, and the father in "Old Yeller" has passed away. We knew him best as Davy Crockett in the vintage Disney series, which is reputed to be the first miniseries in the history of television.
In honor of Mr. Parker, here's "The Ballad of Davy Crockett"
"The Ballad of Davy Crockett"
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
Off through the woods he's a marchin' along Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' for fightin' and rightin' a wrong He's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer!
Andy Jackson is our general's name His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us volunteers'll tame 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim. Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all!
Headed back to war from the ol' home place But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' and burnin' at a devil's pace South to the swamps on the Florida Trace. Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store And while he was handlin' this risky chore Made hisself a legend for evermore. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!
He give his word and he give his hand That his Injun friends could keep their land And the rest of his life he took the stand That justice was due every redskin band. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear!
Home fer the winter with his family, Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree, Bein' the father he wanted to be, Close to his boys as the pod and the pea. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear!
But the ice went out and the warm winds came And the meltin' snow showed tracks of game And the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame And all of a sudden life got too tame. Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again!
Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarns and singin' a song He's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strong And knows he's right 'cause he ain't often wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean Where the trees is tall and the grass is green Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream And the teamin' woods is a hunter's dream. Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise!
Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gall In his heart he wanted to leave it all And lose himself in the forests tall But he answered instead his country's call. Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign!
Needin' his help they didn't vote blind They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind Sent up to Nashville the best they could find A fightin' Spirit and a thinkin' mind. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
The votes were counted and he won hands down So they sent him off to Washin'ton town With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown A livin' legend of growin' reknown. Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman!
He went off to Congress and served a spell Fixin' up the Gover'ment and laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heared tell And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!
Him and his jokes travelled all through the land And his speeches made him friends to beat the band His politickin' was their favorite brand And everyone wanted to shake his hand. Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow!
He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell Of his hopes for White House and fame as well But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell And patched up the crack In the liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!
When he come home his politickin' done The western march had just begun So he packed his gear and his trusty gun And lit out grinnin' to follow the sun. Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer!
He heard of Houston and Austin and so To the Texas plains he jest had to go Where freedom was fightin' another foe And they needed him at the Alamo. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
His land is biggest and his land is best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all meetin' the test Followin' his legend into the West. Davy Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!
Ok, either President Obama has a serious bowing fetish or he's getting a lice check. Really, I can't think of any other reason why the man would bow to Mayor Pam Iorio of Tampa, Florida. She's an Italian who was born in Maine and grew up in Temple Terrace, Florida, so we can't say it's an Asian or Middle Eastern custom.
While many were watching the Grammy Award Show, the children and I had our own TV viewing.
First, we watched "A Special Duggar Delivery". It was so sad to see the suffering of the Dugger parents and their tiniest baby. We're glad to hear that Josie is now doing well. The show will resume this Tuesday at 9pm Eastern Time. If you visit the TLC website, you can view photos of Baby Josie. You can also visit a forum and read silly and inane comments about the Duggars. I especially enjoyed the accusation that the Duggar children are uneducated about World Cultures. Most Americans do not send their children off to foreign countries to aid the indigenous population. That is more of an education than reading a textbook. What a logic fail!
Next, we viewed the rest of the "Emma" miniseries on PBS's Masterpiece Theater. Hooray! We loved it. Though it did not include all of our favorite lines or scenes and did have an anachronistic PDA (public display of affection), one member of the family has petitioned for this "Emma" to now be declared our Emma. Is this so long and farewell to faux British accents? No, I think we can love more than one Emma. However, for those of us who long to see a bit of post-wedding bliss (my daughter), this newest incarnation illustrated just how romantic Mr. Knightley was.
Just an aside: people always rave over Mr. Darcy, but I've always been a Mr. Knightley fan. I'm not talking about looks, just character. To me, Mr. Darcy is just too high maintenance and is really a "fixer-upper". Mr. Knightley, though, is nearly perfect and aptly named. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Thanks.
So, who is this Lady Gaga? (No, I don't really want to know.) Doesn't Gaga sounds like baby babble.
Since I'm still recovering from the whole brain surgery thing, my sister-in-law invited us over for Thanksgiving. My neighbors heard and surprised us by ordering Thanksgiving for us so that I won't have to leave the house. Isn't that so sweet?
My post-surgery update:
My stitches are out and the Dr says my incision looks great.
My hair, where they shaved my head, is growing like mad. The rest of my thick hair covers the area.
I left the house to get the stitches out and was very happy to go home again. I was really dreading going somewhere for Thanksgiving. That's why my dear neighbors bought us a cooked dinner.
H is back at work but D is in charge and watches me better than a Mother Hen.
If I bend over, it feels like my head will explode. So, I don't do that.
I can't really spend much time at once on the internet, but I am at Twitter.
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o'er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.