Showing posts with label abraham lincoln. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abraham lincoln. Show all posts

Sunday, November 23, 2025

What Price...


...freedom?
 

Above is the text of the famous "Lincoln/Bixby" letter, composed on November 21, 1864.

If you've heard of it before, it's almost certainly because you've watched <Saving Private Ryan>, Spielberg's powerful wartime movie that uses the letter as foundational to all that follows.
 
 
But long before Spielberg graced us with his WWII epic, "the Bixby letter" was known to Civil War historians as <un petite mystere>.

On its face it's simple enough - a condolence letter from the president to a grieving mother over the loss of her soldier sons.

And it does appear to be quintessentially Lincolnesque - think <The Gettysburg Address> - distilling a monumental event into eloquent concision wrapped in heartfelt sincerity.

The monumental event in this case concerned Lydia Bixby, a widow and mother of six sons and three daughters.

Five of her sons fought for the Union - and all of them - it was believed at that time - perished in battle.

Thus the President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln -


- took pen in hand and wrote, from greeting to close, 139 words of comfort.

Or did he?

That's been the debate through the years - unresolved to this day.

Some allege it was Lincoln's personal secretary John Hay who actually wrote the letter.

 
Others insist it was just as the signature states, Abraham Lincoln.

And so the open question: who's right?

There is much to commend pithiness.

Lincoln's Gettysburg Address contains only 271 words and can be read aloud in less than 2 minutes, yet it's considered one of the most significant speeches in all of American history.

By way of contrast, the featured speaker on that day - November 19, 1863 - was the highly regarded orator <Edward Everett>, who rambled on endlessly.

Everett admitted later that Lincoln came closer to "the central idea of the occasion" in two minutes than he did in two hours.

Brevity has been hailed as both the soul of wit and the essence of good manners.

In this case, however, it's also one of the main reasons authorship of the Bixby letter has never been fully decided:  it's too brief a sample from which to draw any ironclad conclusions.

Historians who favor John Hay's authorship claim the appearance of two words - assuage and beguile - which never appear in any of Lincoln's other writings - are evidence enough.

Those who favor Lincoln dismiss that as spurious since most of his writings were not words of comfort to grieving mothers - an occasion that calls for an entirely different vocabulary than that of politics and affairs of state.

Adding spice to the controversy are revelations re: Mrs. Bixby and her clan.

Apparently all five of her sons did not "die gloriously on the field of battle".

Two of them certainly did; a third was honorably discharged, another dishonorably, and the 5th was MIA - possibly deserted or perished in a Confederate POW camp.

As for Mrs. B herself, reports were mixed: some claimed she was the proprietress of a house of ill repute and a Confederate sympathizer.

Once again, who's right?

My opinion:

President Abraham Lincoln, care worn and wearied by an interminable conflict, when informed a bereft mother had suffered a crushing loss, took time from his impossibly busy schedule to pen a sincere and poignant letter of solace.

And what a letter!

Society may have advanced technologically since the days of Lincoln, but we can't hold a candle to their mastery of the written word.

Today?

"Please accept my sincere condolences for your loss."

Then:

"I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming."

Today?

"May God comfort you in your time of grief."

Then:

"I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom."

Extraordinary.

Later revelations about the recipient and her family in no way diminish Lincoln's act of kindness nor taint his articulate expression of earnest sympathy.

Remember, Lincoln himself had suffered <the loss of a son>; he was all too familiar with the deforming power of grief.

So back to the original question:

What price freedom?

The answer is found within this quote from General, and later President, Dwight D Eisenhower:


"History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid."

Freedom is our God given right.

To claim it - and to protect it - we must be strong, we must be brave, and we must fight.


Apparently some people just don't know when to shut up, so I guess we'll jump straight into 23 Skidoo:

courtesy of Larry: "I had the strangest dream while hunting in the woods today..."

mr. squirrel enjoying that ubiquitous seasonal staple: the acorn

sunrise on the lake at Larry's cottage...

...and sunset in the woods.

wreaths for Thanksgiving

lighting up the trees in the backyard




The earliest Thanksgiving can be is November 22nd, something that won't happen again until 2029:


And we care about this why?

My ironclad rule has been no Christmas decorating until the day after Thanksgiving.

And while there has been some debate about lighting up the trees in the backyard, we've stuck to the rule for anything that's front facing:

If the neighbors can see it and it's obviously Christmas, then it waits until Thanksgiving is past.

This year Thanksgiving is on the 27th, so Friday the 28th is normally "the day".

But today is supposed to be sunny and in the 50's, and by Thanksgiving it's going to be cold in the 20's and 30's, with snow likely.

Karen says Santa and his reindeer go up on the rooftop today; and Mr. Weatherman said the same thing about outdoor Christmas decorating in his 11:15 pm report last night.

Thus I find myself...


...on the horns of a dilemma.

What to do?

Enter our innate ability to rationalize almost any decision, no matter how questionable.

Technically (that's usually how a rationalization begins), November 23rd can be the day after Thanksgiving (see calendar, above)...so if today is November 23rd or later...it's ok to put up Christmas decorations as long as we don't light 'em up until the real day after Thanksgiving.

See how that works?

It's settled, Santa and his reindeer go up on the house top click click click today, while it's sunny and 50+ degrees.

And that, boys and girls, is how Christmas ends up in stores before Halloween arrives.

Since we're on the subject of Christmas, here's a reminder from God's Word for what's ahead:

"6  For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.

"7  Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever.  The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this."

    - Isaiah 9:6,7


later, mcm fans...




Sunday, May 5, 2024

What This Country Needs...


...is Lincoln's National Day Of Prayer.

At the midpoint of the Civil War, when the outcome was anything but certain, President Lincoln issued this proclamation.

In it he acknowledged God as the Supreme Authority, and called on our nation to confess its collective sin of forgetting God and being too proud to pray.

The way forward, according to President Lincoln, was one of humility, fasting, repentance and prayer.

Be honest; can you imagine anyone in government today - least of all the dimwit squatting in the White House -

your tax dollars at work

- calling on our nation to repent of our sins, to humble ourselves, to seek God's mercy and forgiveness?

What a stark contrast between the true greatness of Lincoln and the abject incompetence of our current leaders.

Lincoln's Proclamation of April 30, 1863:

Whereas the Senate of the United States, devoutly recognizing the supreme authority and just government of Almighty God in all the affairs of men and of nations, has by a resolution requested the President to designate and set apart a day for national prayer and humiliation; 

-and-

Whereas it is the duty of nations as well as of men to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God, to confess their sins and transgressions in humble sorrow, yet with assured hope that genuine repentance will lead to mercy and pardon, and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord;

-and-

Insomuch as we know that by His divine law nations, like individuals, are subjected to punishments and chastisements in this world, may we not justly fear that the awful calamity of civil war which now desolates the land may be but a punishment inflicted upon us for our presumptuous sins, to the needful end of our national reformation as a whole people?

We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of Heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in numbers, wealth, and power as no other nation has ever grown.

But we have forgotten God.

We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.

Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us.

It behooves us, then, to humble ourselves before the offended Power, to confess our national sins, and to pray for clemency and forgiveness.

Now, therefore, in compliance with the request, and fully concurring in the views of the Senate, I do by this my proclamation designate and set apart Thursday, the 30th day of April, 1863, as a day of national humiliation, fasting, and prayer.

And I do hereby request all the people to abstain on that day from their ordinary secular pursuits, and to unite at their several places of public worship and their respective homes in keeping the day holy to the Lord and devoted to the humble discharge of the religious duties proper to that solemn occasion.

Please note the change in segment separator from spring to summer.
Even though summer doesn't officially start until June 1st (meteorological) / June 21st (astronomical), 'round these parts summer starts when we open the pool:

...and welcome our first guest of the new season:
ok, really...who invited him again?
Welcome Summer!
Let the games begin.

Out of the tiny reservoir of goodness hidden somewhere in the murky depths of what passes for my heart, I'm granting you a semi-reprieve from my hickory golf tales of woe:
my 1 putt for par leave on #7

That's the only pic from this week's round you must endure, and I include it here solely for the perfect line to the hole the shadow from the flag provided.
The rest of my round was a study in pathetic incompetence, one of those "ok that's it; after this I'm never golfing again!" outings.
But after a perusal of "The Gist Of Golf", followed by a visit to the driving range where I worked on Vardon's admonition that "your waist is your pivot point so swivel, don't sway", all is well again.
If only I could hit from the tees like I do from the driving range, I'd be happy.
Not sure how long that little bit of magic will take, but I'm working on it.
In other hickory news...
now that was news...Sept 20, 1913

 ...I bought this early 1900's "spliced head" brassie off ebay:
look closely and you can see where the head is spliced to the hickory shaft

the splice is a little easier to see in this pic

There absolutely needs to be whipping over that splice before I play with it, but I've never applied whipping to a hickory club before.
So, before attempting it on my "new" (to me) brassie, I first watched a helpful video from the <The Hickory Hacker>, then practiced on my mid iron and niblick:
mid iron on the left, niblick on the right

As the video says, whipping (heavy waxed thread) is functional, not just decorative.
At point of contact with the ball (or sand, in the case of the niblick) there's tremendous pressure on the hickory shaft above the head, radiating about halfway up the shaft.
The whipping adds much needed reinforcement to the shaft, preventing cracks / breaks.
Sans fancy equipment he mentions in the video, I applied the whipping to my hickories you see in the pics above.
And you know what?  It's actually kind of fun.
My brassie should be here early next week and I can't wait to "whip" it into playing condition.

Mostly due to Karen's tireless efforts, this past week we said fare-thee-well to Mr. C...
once they totaled our 2005 Chevy Colorado, we decided to "sell 'er to weller"

...and How' Do to Mr. E...
2012 Chevy Equinox

It's got high miles but appears to be in very good condition and will be a "run around town" vehicle for the most part.
Didn't really want to shell out the $$'s for a vehicle right now, but we are very cognizant of and grateful for God's care and guidance through all of this.

Ok, step away from the blog, do not make eye contact, and 23 Skidoo...
he's got my vote

"Mystik Dan" wins at 18-1 odds and calls into question the conventional wisdom, "the fastest horse may not always win, but it's still a good idea to bet on him"

beautiful morning lakeside vista from Larry's cottage


fresh picked lilacs inside...

...and lilacs in bloom outside

Ryan's Corner




As excited as I am about jumping into the outdoor season, I'm also aware time is slipping by...


...and all too soon summer will fade to a fond memory.

As Ol' Blue Eyes crooned, <That's Life>...so while time and life are still within your grasp, heed God's Word as penned by Moses:


later, mcm fans...

Saturday, January 13, 2024

Joy Of Joys...


...winter hath returned...with a vengeance.

The actual storm front has passed, and now we're into the lake effect portion of this system.

By the time all the shouting's done they're forecasting 14+ inches of the white stuff will have fallen.

yes, we kept the Christmas lights on the trees in back


day 1 of the storm, a little after sunrise


just as the lake effect snow began

Of course we knew temps in the 40's and 50's couldn't last, and for a large part of Michigan's winter economy, this weather is a Godsend.

But from my little corner of reality, I'm more than ready for this:



<Heavy sigh>


Monday is Martin Luther King day...


...and for the first time in my working life, I have the day off as a paid holiday.

That's a nice gesture on the part of my employer - an appropriate one - because MLK was a towering figure in this country's civil rights movement; an intelligent, eloquent force for good.



He was a martyr for the cause of freedom, and as all martyrs for just causes should be, he is honored and lauded for fighting the good fight, even at the cost of his life.


Do yourself a favor and read the full text of his "I Have A Dream" speech.

Delivered six decades ago, it stands as one of the best, most significant speeches in the history of this country, ranking with Lincoln's Gettysburg Address for its moral clarity and historical import.



Happened onto an interesting website / blog called Red Horse Garage.


The gentleman who runs it is a dedicated motorcyclist who recently changed sides from Harley Davidson to BMW.

Not sure if that's significant or not, but just an fyi in case you take sides in these kinds of brouhahas.

(I've always loved that word and occasionally construct pointless sentences like the above just so I can use it.)

One of his videos I found quite well done is The Mother Road Tour

There are actually several videos of his tour as he was gone for weeks, and there's a ton of great scenery and vintage Route 66 sites.


Enjoy, and don't never say I didn't do nuthin' for ya.


It's time for me and you to 23 Skidoo...

our "privacy bushes" bowing before the fury of Mother Nature


Karen's 5 minute snow-thing before the storm arrived...shades of Calvin.  apparently she's been listening to punk rock again.


mr. chiminea is not too happy about the storm



threw this in as a bonus...now you can use terms like "waxing gibbous" and "waning crescent" intelligently


the snow looks like icing on a cake


Buddy's new digs


best apple pie on the planet, courtesy of Karen



my next radio, as soon as I can scrape up $50k...the Zenith 1000Z Stratosphere, a 25 tube set from 1935 (original price: $750; porcelain cat extra)



On this snowy January morning, I leave you with this truth from God's Word:


later, mcm fans...