Thursday, March 10, 2005

Great Grandma Ramie

I asked my father about his side of the family that is documented all the way back to Virginia in the 1760's and we talked about that for a while but one story in particular stood out in my head. As a child, my father, aunt, and grandparents drove over to my great-grandmother Ramie's house to pick her up and all go to the greenhouse to buy some spring plants for the garden. Great-grandmother Ramie sat between my father and his sister as they started down the road but before they had gone too far she died right there in the car between them. So they drove back to the house and my grandfather carried Ramie into the house and laid her on the bed. After my father told us this story, I asked him if it had been a traumatic experience for him. He said, "Well, we missed out on going to the greenhouse" in such a straight faced matter of fact way that struck me as hilarious. For his defense, he was a small child at the time and probably didn't fully comprehend the situation until later.

Monday, March 7, 2005

A Short Story of Revenge

Doug eyed the grizzly sow and her cub through the telescopic sight on his rifle. He wasn't interested in the meat nor was his life endangered, he wanted the thrill of killing such a large beast. Never mind that the grizzly sow couldn't see him on top of his perch of a small granite cliff some three hundred yards away. Nor could she smell him because the gentle wind was blowing into Doug's face. Giving her a sporting chance never crossed his mind as Doug aimed the crosshairs just behind the front shoulder blade and waited for her to stop moving. He just wanted to take a few pictures for his personal hunting collection and call it a day.

The grizzly sow arrived at another clump of berries with her cub in tow and came to a stop to graze. As Doug steadied his rifle for the shot, she appeared to look up in his direction as if sensing him somehow or at least sensing her fate. Doug pulled the trigger and a small tuft of fur erupted from her side just where he had been aiming. Startled, the grizzly sow ran but stumbled and fell; tumbling head over heals down the steep mountainside and coming to rest against the base of a lodge pole pine. The bewildered cub came running after her thinking this had all been some new game or lesson in life. The cub paused at the body of his mother sniffing the air and sensing that something that was wrong. It felt a sting as it's left ear disintegrated into the air followed by the crack of a rifle. Instinctively the young male grizzly cub lay down beside his mother and became still. A hushed whimper of pain escaped his mouth.

Doug zipped his rifle in its protective case, stood up and eyed the place where the sow had come to a rest. He had shot at the cub but had missed and had only taken off one ear instead. The cub had dropped out of his line of sight and had not stood back up. Doug decided that he no longer had the energy to find a way down through the bluff line to the sow and her cub below for a few pictures and instead decided he would rather hike out to his truck and head back into town for a beer. The thrill, what little there had been, was now gone.

He shook his head and cleared out the cobwebs, which seemed to grow thicker there as the years passed by. That had happened twenty years ago and Doug wanted to remain alert in case another grizzly decided to dine on the fine berries that grew below. Alcohol had paid it's toll on Doug's body and an accident down in Arkansas on a hot shot run that he had been in almost a year after he had shot the grizzly sow, hadn't improved things. He had broken a leg swerving to avoid hitting some man walking across a highway in the middle of a rainstorm and had been plagued with arthritis ever since. The man had been hit and killed by an RV driver a few minutes later much to Doug's satisfaction but the accident had definitely slowed him down. Now he was on a last hurrah tour of sorts and had come back out to Wyoming for some big game hunting and to maybe poach another grizzly should opportunity arise.

His mind still lost in thoughts of the past, didn't sense the stillness of the wilderness around him until it was too late. His shoulder erupted in a fire of pain as he pitched forward off the bluff with such force, he hit the main trunk of a tree ten feet away and proceeded to fall like the puck in that Price-Is-Right game, ricocheting from branch to branch as he tumbled the forty feet down to the base of the bluff. Coming to rest in a slumped kneeling position, he knew that things were not good. Blood was trickling down his back and side, his right arm was hanging loosely by his side but was thankfully not sending any signals to the rest of his body, several of his ribs were busted, and probably both of his legs. Still dazed by the fall in shock, he looked up towards where he had been sitting on the edge of the bluff ten feet over and forty feet up. A shiver of fear slipped through his broken body when he thought he saw the head of a large male grizzly was looking down at where he lay but just as quickly it disappeared. Had it been just an image created by his mind as a means to distract him from his situation? He hoped so.

Fifteen minutes later, still in shock, the reality or the situation was setting in for Doug. He wasn't going to make it out of this one alive. He was still in a slouched kneeling position propped against the base of a tree with a mess of broken bones and miles from his truck. The blood loss from his shoulder wounds and from the compound fractures in his thighs were taking the edge from the pain and robbing him of his life. The end was probably only a matter of hours away and he was powerless to do anything about it except watch it come. He was now a mind with a broken body not responding to his signals anymore. With what control he did have, he turned his head to look along the base of the bluff and waited for death to arrive. He just didn't know that it would arrive so quickly.

It took Doug's mind a few seconds to realize that the large brown object walking towards him along the base of the bluff was a grizzly bear and it was heading directly for him. The bear seemed to be following a scent and Doug realized that it was his own bloody one. Had he control of all his senses, he would have realized that his bladder just let go, but Doug was focusing what few he had left towards the bear now only ten feet away. "Go...leave me be," he weakly shouted, "Let me die in peace." The grizzly bear stopped a few feet short of Doug, it's foul breath saturating the air as it looked at him, like a man eyeing a T-bone steak sizzling on a grill. It was only then that Doug noticed that one ear was missing.

Had Doug not been shock from the trauma and the blood loss, he would have screamed in holy terror but all he could do was watch. The grizzly lowered its head and bellowed a great roar spraying stinking saliva all over Doug's face. The last thing he would see was the way the bear's muscles rippled under it's skin as the front leg swung out at him, armed with razor sharp claws, filling up his field of view, then darkness.

Thursday, March 3, 2005

The Story Behind the Star Spangled Banner

I first heard this story on the radio one July 4th as I was driving from Minnesota to my parent's farm in southeast Iowa to spend some time with them as a family. Halfway through this story, my eyes began to tear up so much that I pulled over to the side of the road until the story had finished and I had regained my composure.

It held such power over me that the next year that I thought of it often and I listened to the very same station on the very same day, but this time with a tape recorder. Sure enough it was replayed and I got it on tape to later transcribed into my personal journal. I still listen to it several times a year when I need a reminder at the price this country has paid for the freedoms we have. Someone has also taken the time to transcribe it if you can't find the audio version. It is a long story but well worth it.

The Story Behind The National Anthem
By an unknown speaker

There was a lawyer once. His name was Francis Scott Key. He penned a song that I'm sure you're aware of. You've seen it; it's in most hymnals throughout our churches. It's called the National Anthem. It is our song as an American.

We go, however, to a ballgame; we stand in our church services and we sing the words to that song and they float over our minds and our lips and we don't even realize what we're singing. Most of us have memorized it as a child. But we've never really thought about what it means. Let me tell you a story.

Francis Scott Key was a lawyer in Baltimore. The colonies were engaged in vicious conflict with the mother country, Britain. Because of this conflict (and the protractiveness of it), they had accumulated prisoners on both sides. The American colonies had prisoners and the British had prisoners. And the American Government initiated a move. They went to the British and said let us negotiate for the release of these prisoners. They said, "We want to send a man out to discuss this with you." They were holding the American prisoners in boats about a thousand yards offshore. And they said, "We want to send a man by the name of Francis Scott Key. He will come out and negotiate to see if we can make a mutual exchange."

On the appointed day, in a rowboat, he went out to this boat and he negotiated with the British Officials. And they reached a conclusion that men could be exchanged on a one-for-one basis.

Francis Scott Key, Jubilant with the fact that he'd been successful, went down below in the boats and what he'd found was a cargo hold full of humanity. Men.

And he said, "Men, I've got news for you tonight, you're free!" He said, "Tonight I have negotiated successfully your return to the colonies." He said, "You'll be taken out of this boat, out of this filth, out of your chains."

As he went back up on board to arrange for their passage to the shore, the admiral came and he said, "We have a slight problem." He said, "We will still honor our commitment to release these men, but it'll be merely academic after tonight. It won't matter."
Francis Scott Key said, "What do you mean?"

He said, "Well Mr. Key, tonight, we have laid an ultimatum upon the colonies. Your people will either capitulate and lay down the colors of that flag that you think so much of, or -- you see that fort right over there -- Fort Henry?" He said, "We're going to remove it from the face of the earth."

[Key] said, "How are you going to do that?" [The admiral] said, "If you will, scan the horizon of the sea." As [Key] looked, he could see hundreds of little dots. And [The admiral] said, "That's the entire British war fleet." He said, "All of the gun power; all of the armament is being called upon to demolish that fort. [The fleet] will be here within striking distance in a matter of about two and a half hours." He said, "The war is over; these men would be free anyway." [Key] said, "You can't shell that fort!" He said, "That's a large fort." He said, "It's full of women and children." He said, "It's predominantly not a military fort."

[The Admiral] said, "Don't worry about it. They said we've left them a 'way out'"

[Key] said, "What's that?"

[The Admiral] said, "Do you see that flag way up there on the rampart?" He said, "We have told them that if they will lower that flag, the shelling will stop immediately...and we'll know that they've surrendered...and you'll now be under British rule."

Francis Scott Key went down below and told the men what was about to happen. And they said, "How many ships?", and he said, "Hundreds." The ships got closer. Francis Scott Key went back up on top and he said, "Men, I'll shout down to you what's going on as we watch."

As twilight began to fall.and as the hays hung over the oceans as it does at sunset, suddenly the British war fleet unleashed.

Bam!

He said, "The sounds were deafening." He said, "There were so many guns, there were no reliefs." He said, "It was absolutely impossible to talk or hear." He said, "Suddenly, the sky, although dark, was suddenly lit." And he says from down below, all he could hear, the men, the prisoners saying was, "Tell us where the flag is. What have they done with the flag? Is the flag still flying over the rampart? Tell us!"

One hour. Two hours. Three hours into the shelling. Every time the bomb would explode and it would be close to the flag, they could see the flag in the illuminated red glare of that bomb, and Francis Scott Key would report down to the men below, "It's still up! It's not down!" The admiral came, and he said, "Your people are insane." He said, "What's the matter with them?" He said, "Don't they understand this is an impossible situation?"

Francis Scott Key said he remembered what George Washington had said. He said, "The thing that sets the American Christian apart from all other people in the world is he will die on his feet before he'll live on his knees."

The Admiral said, "We have now instructed all of the guns to focus on the rampart to take that flag down." He said, "We don't understand something. Our reconnaissance tells us that that flag has been hit directly...again...and again...and again, and yet it's still flying. We don't understand that." "But", he said; "now we're about to bring every gun, for the next three hours, to bear on that point."
Francis Scott Key said the barrage was unmerciful. All that he could hear...was the men down below...praying. The prayer: "God keep that flag flying...where we last saw it."

Sunrise came. [Key] said there was a heavy mist hanging over the land, but the rampart was tall enough...there stood the flag...completely nondescript...in shreds. The flagpole itself was at a crazy angle. But the flag was still at the top. Francis Scott Key (went aboard and) immediately went into Fort Henry to see what had happened. And what he'd found had happened was that that flagpole and that flag had suffered repetitious direct hits...and when it had fallen...that men, fathers...who knew what it meant for that flag to be on the ground...although knowing that all of the British guns were trained on it, walked over and held it up...humanly...until they died. Their bodies were removed and others took their place. Francis Scott Key said what held that flagpole in place at that unusual angle...were patriots' bodies.

He penned the song.

"Oh say, can you see...by the dawn's early light...what so proudly we hailed...at the twilight's last gleaming...for the rocket's red glare...the bombs bursting in air...gave proof through the night...that the flag was still there! Oh say, does that star spangled banner yet (fly and) wave...for the land of the free...and the home of the brave." The debt was demanded. The price...it was paid.

(Actual lyrics)
The Star Spangled Banner
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
'Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov'd 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 preserv'd 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.