July Fourth is a day to celebrate. But what do we celebrate? Funny, but a man-on-the-street survey found that the average person does not know why we celebrate on the Fourth of July. This is depressing. If Americans don’t know why July Fourth is important, how are they going to appreciate their country, and how unusual it is? On July 4, 1776, a most remarkable group of men got together, and literally took their lives and their Sacred Honor in their hands, and declared Independence from Great Britain.
This was the beginning of the most important political creation in the history of mankind. For the very first time, a new nation was created, being the union of thirteen separate colonies into the United States of America. A new nation, founded on an Idea, of Human Liberty, and enlightened Self-Government. The Colonists came from all over Great Britain, from the Highlands of Scotland to the Fen country of East Anglia, to the South Coast, and everywhere in between. And from other parts of the world, including France, Poland, Spain, and the Caribbean. All these disparate people, united by a Grand Idea, vowing to free themselves from the shackles of Britain.
This is a good short film about the Signers of the Declaration, and what they did.
It is incumbent upon us, the descendants and recipients of the heritage of America, not to ever forget what our Founding Fathers accomplished. We must never lose the enthusiasm for our Great and Beautiful Country, which still remains a beacon of Freedom and Prosperity for the rest of the conflict-ridden world. Why else would millions of people from all over the world apply to become new Americans, and literally beat down our doors to get in? Here is what some Immigrants to America think.
Just this week in the Wall Street Journal, a headline read “America Drops Off History Curriculum”. It seems that there are institutions of higher (?) education in the US that do not require any American History classes of their History majors! I was astonished to read that only 23 among the colleges rated “best” by a well-regarded magazine require even one US History class of their History majors. I guess it goes with the information above that many Americans don’t know why we celebrate July 4. Maybe nobody ever told them why. Maybe their government schools make it a point to mention how racist, sexist, and how homophobic America is. Maybe they are brought up to think that America is a force for evil in the world. If that is true, it is saddening. Just think-these misguided individuals will be someday in the highest offices in the land. [come to think of it, the 1960s radicals who run the country now think that Americans are stupid and can be enslaved by bureaucrats in Washington DC]
Hillsdale College in Michigan has taught Liberty and Intelligent Piety since 1844. They are the shining star in Higher Education in America. They accept not one cent of government money, which allows them to be totally independent. These days, they are the epitome of American freedom and open-mindedness.
So, tonight when you’re watching the fireworks, remember why we celebrate. Remember the courageous Founders, who left behind the mother country, and came to a new land, where they and their children could be Free.
An Accordion? So, you’re about to participate in the Leavenworth International Accordion Celebration Accordion Parade, and your bellows spring a leak. Just drop by this Vendor booth, and pick up a Spare to play!
I have always admired my violin, which I bought from its maker in 1987, when it was nearly brand new. David VanZandt lives in Seattle, and every once in awhile I take my beautiful violin home to “Daddy” for him to touch up the varnish and do any needed adjustments. I found that, once I had my new Guadagnini-copy instrument, it made me a better player. It sounds so beautiful, my violin teacher said it sounded much like her 18th-century Italian instrument. It has a warm, brown varnish, and in the sunlight it just glows. It sounds more beautiful, and becomes more valuable every year. And it’s a work of art, in addition to being a musical instrument.
Every day, I give thanks to have been born in the Greatest Country on God’s Green Earth. Our country is one of the most beautiful on Earth, with terrain ranging from blazing hot deserts, to grassy prairies, to high snow-capped mountains, to chains of beautiful blue lakes. The American people are the most generous in the world, voluntarily supporting thousands of charities in the US and doling out the largest share of ANY country, of aid to needy folks in foreign nations. The Left in the US likes to portray everyone other than themselves as racist, sexist, bigoted (fill in the blank)-phobes, who are only out for themselves, literally taking food from the mouths of needy babies everywhere. But we’re not. So, herewith, is a celebration of the beauty of the United States of America, and its people.
Western Washington, this is Deception Pass, looking East from the (scary) Deception Pass Bridge. That’s Mount Baker in the distance. You can see why Washington’s nickname is the Evergreen State.
Boats in Friday Harbor, on San Juan Island, in the Straits of Juan de Fuca (separating the US from Canada). Millions of families in Washington own boats, from simple rowboats and small motorboats to huge yachts, and sailboats. Puget Sound is crowded with boats on any sunny summer day. I know a rabbi who has seven children, and his big extravagance was a motor boat, on which he and his family traveled whenever they could get away.
This is Diablo Lake, in the North Cascades. It’s about a one-hour drive there from our house, and we love to go on a day trip when the weather is nice. Out of view is Diablo Dam, which provides hydroelectric power to the Greater Seattle area. I have always marveled at the ingenuity it took for people to design and build a hydroelectric dam.
And the people. This is a crowd of accordionists, at the Gazebo in Leavenworth, Washington, at the Leavenworth International Accordion Celebration. Players ranging in age from 7 to 77, playing music for the sheer joy of it. And there is as much variety in the accordions as in the players.
The Eastern part of Washington State is much drier than the Western part, its landscape showing the effects of receding glaciers, and ancient floods. Millions of years ago, this was a giant waterfall. Nature sculpts for us to admire.
Even in the harshest desert climates, plants grow, and feed birds, insects, and other small animals. This is the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix.
There are places where people like to gather, to place their bets, and to just marvel at the beauty and power of thoroughbred horses. The Sport of Kings, indeed. Emerald Downs, near Tacoma, Washington.
Of course, a celebration of America would not be complete without a stop at the Grand Canyon. Think about it. Through millions of years, the Colorado River carved the Grand Canyon. Remarkable what running water, and time, can accomplish.
Beautiful, blue, Lake Tahoe.
And friends, from all over this country, meeting for the first time on the shore of Lake Tahoe. Ricochet Meetup.
A true National Treasure, Hillsdale College in Michigan. Teaching Truth, Defending Liberty, since 1844.
Another National Treasure. Saint Joseph’s Polish Catholic Church, Camden, New Jersey. Celebrated its 120th anniversary in 2012. Polish-language Mass is still celebrated here daily, by the Polish priest. The parishioners and former parishioners at Saint Joe’s have supported it, and kept it maintained in all its glory for a very long time.
Proof that even amateurs can make it to Carnegie Hall. We went in the summer of 2006, and played Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, and William Grant Still’s Afro-American Symphony. You can spot me right in front of the tympani.
I just couldn’t let this opportunity get away. Me, in my Rush Limbaugh Club G’itmo t-shirt, in front of the Democratic Party booth, Fourth of July in Albany, New York. Sometimes, if you search on RushBabe on Google, this picture appears!
From Sea to Shining Sea. The Atlantic Ocean at Cape May, New Jersey.
Celebrating the Magnificence of the United States of America and its people.
They got the slow dance out of the way, so they could dance to the Persian music. My nephew married a gorgeous young lady whose family is from Iran. Her dad gave an absolutely hilarious speech that had all the wedding guests rolling in the aisles. To the Dance!
In 2007, my husband and I went to Israel with Michael Medved and his family (he is based and broadcasts from KTTH 770 Radio in Seattle). One morning, I took a solitary walk to the Old City in Jerusalem, and visited the Western (Wailing) Wall, the remaining remnant of the Second Temple. Jews come here to mourn the loss of the Temple, and pray for its restoration. Many worshippers write their prayers on tiny slips of paper and insert them between the stones, to speak for them after they have left the area. I felt the wailing, and the prayers, and the anguish of my people-tears came to my eyes. I placed my hand on the wall to feel its power, and took a picture with my camera. This is a constant reminder of my visit, and my heritage. Harmony-connected to the reminder of the 2,500-year history of my people.
This picture has a sound-track, too. I have always loved this “round”, Don McLean singing “Babylon”. Words from Psalm 137.
This is a bigger picture of the Wall, and the worshippers.