BARBARA FRIETCHIE

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;

Over the mountains, winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;


In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.

Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.

Under his slouched hat left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.

"Halt!"--the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
"Fire!"--out blazed the rifle-blast.

It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.

Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag," she said.

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;

The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman's deed and word;

"Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!" he said

All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:

All day long that free flag tossed
Over the heads of the rebel host.

Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;

And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.


Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.

Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.

Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!

Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!

Rosebud

Rosebud is my Baby (PUP).

This is serendipity (Momma's cat) saying hush!!

She is very playful. Did I say that she is playful.

She is a little bit country!

I LOVE HER SO VERY, VERY MUCH!!!

van, dryer, and toilet oh-my

Van, dryer, toilet oh my. Yes, all of that stuff is broke. Want me to tell how, well here it. Squirt put a toothbrush and hot wheels in the toilet , and when Dad was getting the hot wheels out (we did not know what it was when we were fishing for it) Squirt put his sippy cup in.



The dryer was eight years old. That is an old dryer. It died in July. But now we have a really good (and new) dryer.



THE VAN CAUGHT ON FIRE!!! The blower motor shorted out. IT HAPPENED RIGHT OVER MY FEET!!! I was very worried about riding in it.

I love my family.

I love my family and love

I LOVE HANNAH MOMTANA!!!

I love Hannah MOMtana!!





P.S. SHE LOVE ME, TOO!!

HAPPINESS IS A PUPPY!!!

Puppys finsh the family. I love MY PUPPY.

This is momma's old new dog

J's old dog and my new dog.

This Sharkbait's puppy.

This is Daddy's dog.

My old and new dogs.

FUNNY FRIDAY!!!

Today I wanted to put some FUNNY pictures!!! SO HERE THEY ARE!!!


I'm in the dog house. OH-NO!!


NANANANA!!!



Hi am J-BOOGER!! HA-HA.



AHH, HELP ME!!!