Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Flags, Slavery & History

I might be inserting my foot in my mouth - but I'm going to share my thoughts on the subject of flags and what they represent to me, as well as slavery and history.  I was brought up to respect any flag that was raised.  Dad was a member of the US Navy, other members of the family served in other branches of the United States armed services.  Dad's family has been in the United States since the arrival of the Mayflower;  Mom's family has been in the US since the 1620s in Virginia.  Both sides of my parents families have fought for the United States - both when it was a colony of Great Britain, and once we gained our independence from our mother country.  Members of both families carried arms in our Civil War, and the families fought for both the Union and for the Confederacy.
   Having been born in Tidewater Virginia, and then living in Tennessee, Texas, and Florida, with summers and several years in Virginia mixed in, I've always been proud to be a Southerner.  Southerners are reputed to be the best hosts and hostesses, and as having the best manners, in the United States.  I have also carried on my shoulders the shame of the atrocities that were done in the name of slavery and economics in the South.  The enslavement and abuse of humans is an unforgivable crime.
   The current controversy is over what most people call the flag of the Confederacy - but they are incorrect.  The "Stars and Bars" that fly over the state capitol of South Carolina is a replica of the battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia that was originally only flown approaching, and in battle, by the men under the command of Robert E. Lee.  The original, unofficial flag of the Confederacy was the Bonnie Blue flag - a medium blue background with a single yellow star on it.  It eventually evolved into the flag of the Confederacy of the United States, and looked like this:
  I, personally, have very different and conflicting feelings regarding the battle flag of the Confederacy.  I know how much it is hated by our African-American citizens - and they have great cause to hate that flag.  I do not disagree with anyone in that feeling.  I am saddened that the display of that flag is still so divisive.  And I am extremely sorry that it is viewed as a sign of white supremacy.  And, adversely, I am proud of all of my relatives who fought for what they believed in during the Civil War.
   One of the hardest things to comprehend is that the Civil War in the United States was not caused by the single issue of slavery or States Rights.  The United States citizenship numbers favored the areas longest "civilized" and industrialized - the northeast and central areas of the country.  Northern states had a higher population, and more representation in the US Congress.  The South was settled later, and was used mainly as the, then, "bread-basket" of the nation.  The importation of slaves began soon after this country was founded.  The South was mainly agricultural, and the huge field plantations prospered - due to the unpaid, unrewarded work of people who were stolen from their homes and shipped to another country, where they became slaves simply because of the color of their skin.  This is something that never should have happened.
   But it did happen, We cannot change history.  We need to examine it, learn from it, and head forward in time with a much better understanding of what caused the past.  Our Civil War was caused by economics, plain and simple; and by the fact the people were comfortable with what was then normal.  
   Slavery has existed throughout history.  In ancient warfare, as clans or tribes moved into a new area, the previous occupants were either killed or enslaved.  Slavery was practiced all over the world - in Asia, Africa, Europe, and the Americas.  If your family, group, clan, village or tribe lost a battle to invaders, most of the time, the men were killed and the women and children became slaves. India had slaves; Egypt had slaves; Turkey had slaves; the Roman and Byzantine Empires had slaves; Vikings had slaves; Russians and British had slaves. People with every skin color practiced slavery at one time or another in our history.  It is a hard concept to grasp, but it is true.
   Also, don't forget that odd class of people - the bond servants.  If a person was destitute, had no hope of any inheritance, had no family to care for them, or had debts, that person could, essentially "sell" themselves to a master for a certain term of years, doing designated work for that master, until their debt of servitude was paid.  A lot of people came to America as bond servants, or once they arrived in the Colonies, they found they couldn't cope as a single person, and signed on as a bonds-man, or bonds-woman.  One of my many times great-grandfathers signed on as a bondsman in London, and was shipped to Maryland, where he worked on a tobacco plantation for 7 days a week for 8 years.  At the end of his work term, he was given 10 raw, undeveloped acres and a bolt of cloth for clothing, and released from bondage.  Then he had to build a place for himself to live, clear the land, begin farming, support himself, raise a family, and, hopefully, prosper in the New World.
   Flags began as standards or signals that had a bright color or design on them that indicated a particular group - and usually the first histories of these "flags" dealt with fighting men.  A bronze "flag" on a tall pole that has been dated to 3,000 BC was found in the Middle East.  The ancient Sarmatians flew a dragon-shaped kite, carried by a rider on horseback; the Roman Legions had their Eagles and pennants.  The tricolor of the Netherlands dates back to the rule of Charlemagne; and the flag of Denmark has existed in its current form since 1478. National flags began being adopted by different countries, and their states, in the the late 17th century.
   As I stated previously, I can understand the dislike, distaste, and plain old anguish that seeing the Confederate battle flag can cause.  I don't think that the battle flag should be displayed, except when there is a Civil War reenactment being held.  But, having grown up in the Southern portion of the United States, I can also understand how some people, who have not studied history and whom are sadly biased want to display that battle flag.
    My relatives fought and died on both sides of the Civil War.  Some of our relatives helped run Underground Railroad stations, assisting slaves who wanted freedom.  Some of our relatives owned slaves.  Some of those relatives treated their slaves with great disregard and completely inhumane treatment; some of those relatives did not.  Some relatives were abolitionists.  Some were just concerned with getting a single meal a day.  My relatives ran the gamut from pretty rich to downright poor and homeless, depending on the place, the year, and the weather.
   I am extremely sorry that some of my ancestors actually thought it normal, believed in, and saw nothing wrong with the idea of owning another human being.  I cannot grasp that, myself.  But I am a product of the Baby Boom - I did not grow up in those places and those times when slavery was considered normal; if I had, maybe I would perceive slavery in a different light.  I'd like to think that I would be a better person than that - but I would then have no knowledge of the future, and would probably follow everyone else's thinking.
   Battles have been fought for eons.  Flags and battle standards have flown for thousands of years.  Slavery has existed for eons. The Confederate battle flag has existed for 154 years.  Let us retire it.
    We cannot change the past - but we can change the future.  Let us, and our children, be the ones who actually do make changes.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Sea Critters - Photos

Christmas tree sea worm

Armored snail, found near thermal vents

Venus fly-trap anemone

Bio luminescent octopus

Terrible claw lobster

Vampire squid

Flamingo tongue snail

Observations

I watched two robins attempting to chase a red-tailed hawk away from their nesting area and sighed.  One can fight to protect one's self, and one's family, but nature will run it's course, no matter how much you struggle against it.
    California Chrome, last year's Kentucky Derby and Preakness winner, is headed back to the US - without racing in Europe, or at Royal Ascot.  He did manage to finish second in the Dubai World Cup, but his around the world tour to show off his racing prowess was pretty much a dud, as he only ran in one race...
    I was admiring Kathy and Jim's back yard yesterday - and realized that it was composed, almost equally, of grass, yellow clover, and false strawberries.  It was very peaceful.  One could hear the creek running along one side of the property, birds singing, squirrels chatting, and the buzz of bees.   I also saw rabbits playing in the yard, and watched a variety of birds foraging for food.
   Somewhere, about 10 miles west of Boulder is a cabin.  A couple (and their cats) were visiting the cabin, which belongs to a friend, when they heard a cat hissing.  This is what they video-taped:  https://youtu.be/Vnmxg4h_Mio
    And, early Monday morning, Boulder's Pearl Street Mall had an unusual visitor - a young female moose decided to window shop around 2 a.m.   Police and wildlife officials "herded" her away from the downtown retail area by using bean-bag shotguns....
                               
   We have an ozone warning in place for today, which won't help my COPD any.  I'll spend today moving more of my belongings from the apartment into storage - and hope I get good news from Lumine soon.


Monday, June 22, 2015

Alpine Meadow Photos








Good-bye, Anne

The world lost a wonderful lady on Saturday.  Her mailing address said "Boulder," her home for 35 years had been on Sugarloaf Mountain, in a beautiful meadow.  She was well-known and loved by her neighbors and family, by the members of the Nederland Senior Center, and by members of her church, St. Rita's Catholic Church.  She taught school for many years - and her students loved her.
  She was born in England on 7 July.  Her birth name was Anne Cameron Forrester.  Her bloodlines were Scots, English and Irish.  She grew up in Yorkshire, and earned her teaching certificate in Leeds.  She married a young man, and had four children; three daughters and a son.  Anne and her husband grew apart, and divorced, after moving to the United States.  In 1980, she married a second time - Gordon "Scotty" Snow, and had her family children numbers increased by six.  They were Scotty's kids from his first marriage, to Elizabeth "Betty" Sanborn.  Once she had grandchildren, we all called her "Grandma Anne."
   Anne listened to all problems that the kids had, and always had a sensible solution.  She was a firm believer in truth and justice.  Anne loved nature, flowers, the outdoors and animals.  She painted and sewed, and she loved to hike in the mountains.
  Anne Snow was my sister's mother-in-law.  Anne took me in as one of her own children.  We had fascinating discussions of English, Scots, Welsh, and Irish history.  She had immovable beliefs regarding the British Royal Family - like Queen Elizabeth, adored Princess Diana, disliked Camilla, and liked Kate Middleton.  She adored Prince George and the new Princess, Charlotte.  And she was a true raised in the fold and dyed in the wool Roman Catholic.
   Scrabble was Anne's favorite game; she was fiercely competitive about it, and usually won 99 of 100 games played.  I can only remember "stumping" her with a single word - gorget - and she still beat me by 300 points in that game...
   Anne was in her 80s, getting close to 90 years old.  She had plans to go hiking with her neighbors late Saturday morning.  When she didn't arrive, they tried to call, and got no answer.  The husband of the couple walked to Anne's house, crossing the meadow on deer trails.  Anne's car was in the garage.  He knocked on the door and got no response.  He called her phone and got no answer.  He used his key, opened the door, and called her name - and got no response.  He found her in the laundry room, where she was folding clean clothes.  Her cat, Tabitha, was crouched by her hand.  Anne apparently died from a heart attack, and passed away peacefully.
   We have lost a corner-stone of the family.  Rest in peace, Anne Forrester Snow.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day Photo Tribute

Husband  Jeffrey

Grandpa E E, Aunt Hazel, Grandma Grace, Dad, Uncle Joe,Uncle Elmer


Grandpa E E and Dad (Charlie)

Emery Eben, grandpa

James Loren, great-grandpa

Seated, center front, Benjamin, great-great-grandpa

Seated, center, Eben (or Ebenezer), great-great-great Grandpa

Father's Day

Dad, you gave me life.  You delivered me in the back seat of the car. You loved and cherished me.  You taught me love, tolerance, forgiveness.  You taught me about the world, about nature, about laughter, sharing, and life.  You taught me how important friends and family are.  You taught me the necessity of truthfulness and how to tell little white lies so someone you care for doesn't get hurt too badly.  You taught me to cherish every living thing on this earth, even those beings who do not like me.  You taught me to give my heart freely, to express myself in any way that I can, and to explore my own mind.  You taught me how to drive a car, how to change a tire, how to put my car engine back together, how to logically figure out why it wouldn't run.  You taught me that hard work may not pay off immediately, but that it's best in the long run.  You taught me to always do my best, and to not give up or give in.  You taught me how to observe quietly and draw my own conclusions.  You taught me math shortcuts that I still use today.  You taught me card games that heightened my math skills and my memory.  You taught me how to identify the tracks of wildlife, how to sit quietly and become one with nature.  You taught me how to hunt and fish, and to kill other creatures only when necessary for my own good or for food.  You taught me to respect life.  You taught me to question, but respect, authority.  You taught me how to give myself entirely to the one I love.  You read a lot, you wrote poetry for Mom, you made me look at the absurdities of life, you taught me to question why.  You died when I was 24 years old.  You were 57 years old.  I never had the time to tell you how much I love you; how much I appreciate you; how much I wish I could tell you now how silly and immature I think I was then.  You are deeply loved.  You are greatly missed.  I love you, Daddy.