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June 13, 2010

by Virginia Scott


As you may recall columns are written on Monday and Tuesday for the Thursday paper. I always write on Monday and today is flag day but I can't fly our flags because I am afraid it is going to rain some more. LaVaun Kraft our official weather person registered 4.75 for Lipscomb from last night rain. It was scary for awhile but the rain was welcomed. We needed it badly.

We are finishing the stories for the book and will worked with the publishers on final layouts,etc. So stay tuned for progress reports.

This Saturday is the third Saturday and the official start of summer in Lipscomb. Activities will start with the Reception for Denise Clark at the museum from 4 pm to 7 pm. This is followed with the opening of the Dance Platform at the Naturally Yours Gallery. Please plan to join us and enjoy the art, the conversations and the music in the beautiful downtown Lipscomb.

The Texas Plains Trail will join Hansford (Spearman) Post Office for its 24th stamp cancellation this Wednesday at 11:00 AM. These cancellations are once a week to celebrate our 52 county region. Stamp collectors from across the world are ordering these special series. Lipscomb will occur in September. So if you are in Spearman on Wednesday drop by and celebrate Spearman.


June the 14th is Flag Day. National flags are not merely symbols of a country. Their colors and designs convey past history and future goals. Flags have powerful connotations. They speak to the people and politicians. Americans take the treatment of their flag seriously and rules are included in the code of ethics for how the flag can be used and displayed i.e. the American flag cannot be used for advertising, cannot cover a monument or ceiling and no one should write on an American flag.

The standardized flag was approved in 1912. The flag is called the "Stars and Stripes" or "Old Glory". It is one of the most complicated in the world. The flag requires 64 pieces of fabric to make; has 13 red and white alternating stripes (the original 13 states) and 50 stars(one for each state of the union) on a blue background.

The flag is recognized through our salute in The Pledge of Allegiance and when singing the National Anthem "The Star-Spangled Banner". There have been many poems and songs written about the flag and I concluded this week's column with the one entitled Old Glory by Howard Schnauber, WWII Vet.
    I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory.
    I fly atop of the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's Halls of Justice.
    I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.
    I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world. Look up and see me.
    I stand for Peace-Honor-Truth and Justice.
    I stand for Freedom.
    I am confident- I am arrogant.
    I am Proud.
    When I am flown with my fellow banners my head is a little higher. My colors a little truer.
    I bow to no one.
    I am recognized all over the world.
    I am worshipped-I am saluted- I am respected.
    I am revered- I am lover, and I am feared.
    I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years:Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, The Argonne forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines, the rice paddles and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vitna, Guadalcanal, New Britain, Peleliu, and many more islands and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me.
    I was there.
    I led soldiers-I followed them. I watched over them. They loved me.
    I was on a small hill on Iwo Jima. I was dirty, battle-worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me, and I was proud.
    I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
    It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
    I have been soiled,burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my own country, and when it is by those with whom I have served in battle, it hurts.
    But I shall overcome- for I am strong.
    I have slipped the bonds of earth and stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
    I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips to be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle, when I flay at half mast to honor my soldiers, and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son.
    I am proud. My name is Old Glory.
    Dear God, long may I wave.

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