Thursday, June 4, 2015

Howdie Doodie!

Hello, Dear Ones! Hope you're all doing well. If you pop in from time to time you know Mr. Precious and I have been traveling. I still have a couple more places to show you but just haven't had the time to get my snaps ready.

I did want to thank you all for telling me the names of the unknown plants to me! You always come through - I just love that!

So...I wanted to share with you a little visit to the Bronck Museum. It was Association Day.
They were celebrating the signing of the Coxsackie Declaration of 1775.
 All those years ago, 220 brave folks put themselves on the line with the signing of their names. They were signing a statement of grievances against the British government. This day there were authentic re-enactors.
 The Reverend Schuneman and Judge Leonard Bronck were on hand to persuade us to take up the quill pen and sign. Well, let the signing begin...
 I ran right up to the front of the line and signed my tiny name! :)
 So did Mr. Precious!
The fife and drum group drummed and tooted  Revolutionary War Music and we listened. I think I need one of those hats! :)
Look at this big ole millstone! It was used in grist mills to grind grains. We toured the different barns and buildings on the grounds and then we met...
 Tom and Tina Turkey. Tom was strutting his stuff while Tina stayed out of the public eye by hiding in her cage. Tom was so pretty ~ just look at the pretty blue on his head.
We finished our day with some nice tea and cookies served by lovely ladies all decked out in their period costumes.

Thanks for coming along with me.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

In Freedom We're Born

Come join band in hand, brave Americans all,
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call;
No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim,
Or stain with dishonor America's name.

In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live;
Our purses are ready,
Steady, Friends, steady,

Not as slaves, but as freemen our money we'll give.
Our worthy forefathers - let's give them a cheer -
To climates unknown did courageously steer;
Thro' oceans to deserts, for freedom they came,
And, dying, bequeath'd us their freedom and fame.

Their generous bosoms all dangers despis'd,
So highly, so wisely, their birthrights they priz'd;
We'll keep what they gave, we will piously keep,
Nor frustrate their toils on the land or the deep.

The Tree, their own hands had to Liberty rear'd,
They lived to behold growing strong and rever'd;
With transport then cried, - " Now our wishes we gain,
For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain."

How sweet are the labors that freemen endure,
That they shall enjoy all the profit, secure, -
No more such sweet labors Americans know,
If Britons shall reap what Americans sow,

Swarms of placemen and pensioners' soon will appear, Like locusts deforming the charms of the year:
Suns vainly will rise, showers vainly descend,
If we are to drudge for what others shall spend.

Then join hand in hand brave Americans all,
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall;
In so righteous a cause let us hope to succeed,
For Heaven approves of each generous deed.

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause,
Of the courage we'll show in support of our laws;
To die we can bear, - but to serve we disdain,
For shame is to freemen more dreadful than pain.

This bumper I crown for our sovereign's health,
And this for Britannia's glory and wealth;
That wealth, and that glory immortal may be,
If she is but just, and we are but free.
In freedom we're born.

~written by John Dickinson