July 4th Celebration

For the first time in many, many years, I took the time to read the history of our country's Independence Day. It was a fascinating read and I encourage you to click above and go back to Independence Day 101!

With the hustle and bustle of everyday life, uncertainties about our future, worries about money, the health of our people and planet, and God only knows what else, we sometimes forget about our nation's struggle for independence.

We think things are hard now? What about how hard it must have been during the American Revolution. Just living to the ripe old age of forty was a challenge. No modern conveniences and I mean none, zilch, zip! Good grief, what do you mean there were no flush toilets or running water? It was not unusual to have a venomous critter bite your butt while doing number two in the outhouse and die a week later! Let alone, getting yourself killed by a British solder, or freezing to death trying to fight the Red Coats in the middle of winter.

Come to think of it; how did Washington cross the mighty Delaware River in the dead of winter with row boats, not much food, few warm clothes, inferior weapons, and little ammo and powder? They did it with faith, courage and hope. No one sniveled, cried or complained. They had a job to do and did it. They crossed the Delaware, surprised the enemy, and won the day.

Try putting yourself back in the day when there was no electricity, batteries, lights, phones, radios, television, cars, paved roads, trains, train tracks, air travel, modern medicines, air conditioners, heaters, fans, refrigerators, curlers, hair dryers, clothes dryers, perm-press clothes, steel-toed boots, body armor, freeze-dried foods, soda, or safe bottled water, to name just a few modern conveniences our fore-fathers did not have. Life was hard folks....very, very hard.

Moral of the story? Get some faith, courage and hope; together we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. I'll be damned if I am going to let the Red Coats of today's modern world beat my ass. Onward, forward, and damn the torpedoes!

Write on,

Mittster