The Star-Spangled Banner at Dealey Plaza, Dallas, Texas
National Anthem Day commemorates the day the United States adopted βThe Star-Spangled Bannerβ as its National Anthem. Written by Francis Scott Key, the βStar-Spangled Bannerβ became the National Anthem in 1931.
The story behind βThe Star-Spangled Bannerβ is as moving as the anthem itself. While an attorney, Key was serving in the Georgetown Light Field Artillery during the War of 1812. In 1814, his negotiation skills as a lawyer were called upon to release Dr. William Beane, a prisoner on the British naval ship, Tonnant. Early in September, Key traveled to Baltimore in the company of Colonel John Skinner to begin negotiations. While Key and Skinner secured Beaneβs release, the British navy had begun attacking Baltimore. The trio waited at sea to return to Georgetown. Fort McHenry is built on a peninsula of the Patapsco River. Just across the Northwest Branch is the city of Baltimore. In 1814, the population of Baltimore was roughly 50,000 people, hardly the metropolis it is today. The country itself was still young, and often families of soldiers lived nearby, providing support to their soldiers.
The British navy abandoned Baltimore and turned their full attention to Fort McHenry on September 13th. As the 190-pound shells began to shake the fort, mother nature brought a storm of her own. Thunder and rain pelted the shore along with the bombs and shells. Throughout the night, parents, wives, and children in their homes could hear and feel the bomb blasts across the way. There were reports of the explosions being felt as far away as Philadelphia. It was a long night of fear, worry, and providing comfort for one another. At sea, Key had a similar night. Being a religious man, one who believed the war could have been avoided, he watched the bombs bursting in the air over the water and steadily pummeling Fort McHenry. It was undoubtedly a sight to behold. For 25 hours, the star-shaped fort manned by approximately 1,000 American soldiers endured over 1,500 cannon shots. The Fort answered with almost no effect.
In the early morning of September 14th, after Major George Armisteadβs troops stopped the British landing party in a blaze of gunfire, the major ordered the oversized American flag raised in all its glory over Fort McHenry. Sewn a few months before by Mary Pickersgill and her daughter, the enormous banner replaced the storm flag, which had flown during battle. As Key waited at sea for dawn to break and smoke to clear, imagine the inspiring sight in the silence of the morning to see his countryβs flag fully unfurled against the breaking of the day and the fort standing firm. Key was so moved by the experience he immediately began penning the lyrics to a song which were later published by his brother-in-law as a poem titled βDefence of Fort MβHenry.β
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The Star Spangled Banner
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: ‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion, A home and a country, should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation. Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’ And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
March Racing clouds and whistling winds, Coats flapping in the breeze, Bright kites circling in the skies, The dance of swaying trees, The cheerful sight of crocuses, The first sweet breath of spring β Just part of all the many moods The month of March can bring.
February Winter walks and starlit nights, Good books and cozy hours, Time for friends, heartfelt sharing, Dreams of springtime flowersβ¦ Although it may be short on days, Each February brings The simple little gifts we count Among life’s precious things.
Sparking winter sunshine, Faces all aglow Making resolutions, And angels in the snow ~ Steaming cups of cocoa, A year that’s fresh and new β¦ All of this is magic ~ Unfolding just for you.
Candy cane, candy cane Red and white Minty as Christmas Red as the light White as the Blanket of snow That comes down Candy cane candy What a beautiful sight.
Christmas stars shine on high, Golden stars in the wintβry sky; Christmas candles in windows bright Send s greeting into the night; While in our hearts the Christmas flame, Glows with a love like his who came, The infant Christ of lowly birth, To bring good will and peace to the the earth.
No ghosts or goblins and trick-or-treats, No candy or flowers for your sweets. No gifts to buy or presents to give, Just be THANKFUL for the life that you live.
November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And Earth sinks to rest Until next spring.
Now in the darkening of the year the veil between the world wears thin and those gone on ahead draw near. In the hours of quiet remembrance that the waning season brings, we may feel their whispered presence like the brush of a gentle wind.
Samhain marks one of the two great doorways of the Celtic year, for the Celts divided the year into two seasons: the light and the dark, at Beltane on May 1st and Samhain on October 31st. Some believe that Samhain was the more important festival, marking the beginning of a whole new cycle, just as the Celtic day began at night. The most magically potent time of this festival is the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween. The date marked both an ending and a beginning in an eternal cycle. In the country year, Samhain marked the first day of winter, when the herders led the cattle and sheep down from their summer hillside pastures to the shelter of stable and byre. The hay that would feed them during the winter must be stored in sturdy thatched ricks, tied down securely against storms. Those destined for the table were slaughtered, after being ritually devoted to the gods. All the harvest must be gathered in, barley, oats, wheat, turnips, and apples for come November, the faeries would blast every growing plant with their breath, blighting any nuts and berries remaining on the hedgerows. Peat and wood for winter fires were stacked high by the hearth. It was a joyous time of family reunion, when all members of the household worked together baking, salting meat, and making preserves for the winter feasts to come. The Celts believed that at the time of Samhain, more so than any other time of the year, the dead were able to mingle with the living, because at Samhain the souls of those who had died during the year traveled into the otherworld. As a feast of the dead, it was believed the dead could, if they wished, return to the land of the living for this one night, to celebrate with their family, tribe, or clan.
When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow And the nights are getting cold; When the squirrels hide their acorns, And woodchucks disappear; Then we know it is Autumn. Loveliest season of the year.
I’m a little pumpkin Round and stout, Packed with full of seeds That you can scoop out! When I get all carved up, Then I will be The cutest Jack-o-Lantern You ever will see!
October Autumn leaves of red and gold that crunch beneath your feet, Pumpkins on front porches, candy corn, and trick-or-treat, Tart and tangy cider, apples ripened on the trees, A hint of winter coming on the chilly autumn breeze.
My favorite month has arrived! October has all the beautiful Autumn activities I like the most. We can go pumpkin picking at the farms; wear sweaters, while shopping for Autumn goodies; eat and drink a lot of Pumpkin Spice-everything. and watch the leaves finally turning in beautiful shades of gold, orange and red. In the meantime, decorations will go up to make our house and yard look more spooky for the Halloween season. I LOVE OCTOBER!
Indian Summer breezes blow The geese are taking flight. A softly glowing harvest Moon lights up the starry night. The special warmth and happiness we feel throughout September. Will fill our hearts all Winter long with beauty to remember.
Lazy summer afternoons, Walks along the beach, Balmy evenings, cloudless skies, Stars just out of reach, Sailing on a quiet lake, Hammocks in the shade β¦ These are simple treasures Of which, August days are made.
Barbecues and picnics, Swimmers soaking up the rays, Bike rides in the country, Shady spots on sunny days β¦ Summertime Vacation, Lemonade on front – Porch Swings — Special thoughts and memories of July’s most favorite things.
Blessed Litha! Sacred fire! Magical sunrise stirs a desire Queen of Heaven and of Earth We celebrate your bright rebirth We see your first blessed rays In these magical solstice days Ascending cycle to fulfill Dancing on the silver hill.
Lilies burn with your desire Intoxicating spirit fire As oak and myrrh and mugwort burn Elder, chamomile, and fern The sacred serpent eats the Spring Then brings Autumn on the wing Burning wreaths of sweet vervain The Goddess will return again.
Birds just waking up to sing as nighttime slips away, Dewdrops sparkling in the Sun too great a brand-new day, Fireflies lighting dusky skies and strolls beneath the Moon β What could be more perfect than the lovely Month of June.
As the cold and grey winter days Give way, to the bright and beautiful spring β¦ You know itβs time for you to hear, The Easter bells ring! The birds are chirping, The bunnies are out, There are Easter Eggs all around! There is happiness in the air, And a warmth in your heart to stay with you, All through the year!
April Songbirdsβ joyful music, and the early springtime flowers, Colorful umbrellas opened wide for April showers. Days are brighter, hearts are lighter, promise fills the air β The gifts of April bring us special happiness to share.