Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Rest of the Story of Our Founding Fathers.

I found this on someone elses blog while blogstalking and thought I would add it to mine.

I usually use my blog just for family journaling purposes but, I want my kids to know how blessed we are to live in this country and also to understand and appreciate WHO made our country possible.

I love hearing about our Founding Fathers, but had never heard what happened to the signers of the Declaration of Independence.

"Our Lives, Our Fortunes, Our Sacred Honor"

It was a glorious morning. The sun was shining and the wind was from the southeast. Up especially early, a tall bony, redheaded young Virginian found time to buy a new thermometer, for which he paid three pounds, fifteen shillings. He also bought gloves for Martha, his wife, who was ill at home.

Thomas Jefferson arrived early at the statehouse. The temperature was 72.5 degrees and the horseflies weren't nearly so bad at that hour. It was a lovely room, very large, with gleaming white walls. The chairs were comfortable. Facing the single door were two brass fireplaces, but they would not be used today.

The moment the door was shut, and it was always kept locked, the room became an oven. The tall windows were shut, so that loud quarreling voices could not be heard by passersby. Small openings atop the windows allowed a slight stir of air, and also a large number of horseflies. Jefferson records that "the horseflies were dexterous in finding necks, and the silk of stockings was nothing to them." All discussing was punctuated by the slap of hands on necks.

On the wall at the back, facing the president's desk, was a panoply -- consisting of a drum, swords, and banners seized from Fort Ticonderoga the previous year. Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold had captured the place, shouting that they were taking it "in the name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental Congress!"

Now Congress got to work, promptly taking up an emergency measure about which there was discussion but no dissension. "Resolved: That an application be made to the Committee of Safety of Pennsylvania for a supply of flints for the troops at New York."

Then Congress transformed itself into a committee of the whole. The Declaration of Independence was read aloud once more, and debate resumed. Though Jefferson was the best writer of all of them, he had been somewhat verbose. Congress hacked the excess away. They did a good job, as a side-by-side comparison of the rough draft and the final text shows. They cut the phrase "by a self-assumed power." "Climb" was replaced by "must read," then "must" was eliminated, then the whole sentence, and soon the whole paragraph was cut. Jefferson groaned as they continued what he later called "their depredations." "Inherent and inalienable rights" came out "certain unalienable rights," and to this day no one knows who suggested the elegant change.

A total of 86 alterations were made. Almost 500 words were eliminated, leaving 1,337. At last, after three days of wrangling, the document was put to a vote.


Here in this hall Patrick Henry had once thundered: "I am no longer a Virginian, sir, but an American." But today the loud, sometimes bitter argument stilled, and without fanfare the vote was taken from north to south by colonies, as was the custom. On July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence was adopted.

There were no trumpets blown. No one stood on his chair and cheered. The afternoon was waning and Congress had no thought of delaying the full calendar of routine business on its hands. For several hours they worked on many other problems before adjourning for the day.

Much To Lose

What kind of men were the 56 signers who adopted the Declaration of Independence and who, by their signing, committed an act of treason against the crown? To each of you, the names Franklin, Adams, Hancock and Jefferson are almost as familiar as household words. Most of us, however, know nothing of the other signers. Who were they? What happened to them?

I imagine that many of you are somewhat surprised at the names not there: George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, Patrick Henry. All were elsewhere.

Ben Franklin was the only really old man. Eighteen were under 40; three were in their 20s. Of the 56 almost half - 24 - were judges and lawyers. Eleven were merchants, nine were landowners and farmers, and the remaining 12 were doctors, ministers, and politicians.

With only a few exceptions, such as Samuel Adams of Massachusetts, these were men of substantial property. All but two had families. The vast majority were men of education and standing in their communities. They had economic security as few men had in the 18th Century.


Each had more to lose from revolution than he had to gain by it. John Hancock, one of the richest men in America, already had a price of 500 pounds on his head. He signed in enormous letters so that his Majesty could now read his name without glasses and could now double the reward. Ben Franklin wryly noted: "Indeed we must all hang together, otherwise we shall most assuredly hang separately."




Fat Benjamin Harrison of Virginia told tiny Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts: "With me it will all be over in a minute, but you, you will be dancing on air an hour after I am gone."

These men knew what they risked. The penalty for treason was death by hanging. And remember, a great British fleet was already at anchor in New York Harbor.

They were sober men. There were no dreamy-eyed intellectuals or draft card burners here. They were far from hot-eyed fanatics yammering for an explosion. They simply asked for the status quo. It was change they resisted. It was equality with the mother country they desired. It was taxation with representation they sought. They were all conservatives, yet they rebelled.

It was principle, not property, that had brought these men to Philadelphia. Two of them became presidents of the United States. Seven of them became state governors. One died in office as vice president of the United States. Several would go on to be U.S. Senators. One, the richest man in America, in 1828 founded the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. One, a delegate from Philadelphia, was the only real poet, musician and philosopher of the signers. (It was he, Francis Hopkinson not Betsy Ross who designed the United States flag.)

Richard Henry Lee, a delegate from Virginia, had introduced the resolution to adopt the Declaration of Independence in June of 1776. He was prophetic in his concluding remarks: "Why then sir, why do we longer delay? Why still deliberate? Let this happy day give birth to an American Republic. Let her arise not to devastate and to conquer but to reestablish the reign of peace and law.

"The eyes of Europe are fixed upon us. She demands of us a living example of freedom that may exhibit a contrast in the felicity of the citizen to the ever-increasing tyranny which desolates her polluted shores. She invites us to prepare an asylum where the unhappy may find solace, and the persecuted repost.

"If we are not this day wanting in our duty, the names of the American Legislatures of 1776 will be placed by posterity at the side of all of those whose memory has been and ever will be dear to virtuous men and good citizens."

Though the resolution was formally adopted July 4, it was not until July 8 that two of the states authorized their delegates to sign, and it was not until August 2 that the signers met at Philadelphia to actually put their names to the Declaration.


Ellery, delegate from Rhode Island, was curious to see the signers' faces as they committed this supreme act of personal courage. He saw some men sign quickly, "but in no face was he able to discern real fear." Stephan Hopkins, Ellery's colleague from Rhode Island, was a man past 60. As he signed with a shaking pen, he declared: "My hand trembles, but my heart does not."

"Most Glorious Service"

Even before the list was published, the British marked down every member of Congress suspected of having put his name to treason. All of them became the objects of vicious manhunts. Some were taken. Some, like Jefferson, had narrow escapes. All who had property or families near British strongholds suffered.


· Francis Lewis, New York delegate saw his home plundered -- and his estates in what is now Harlem -- completely destroyed by British Soldiers. Mrs. Lewis was captured and treated with great brutality. Though she was later exchanged for two British prisoners through the efforts of Congress, she died from the effects of her abuse.


· William Floyd, another New York delegate, was able to escape with his wife and children across Long Island Sound to Connecticut, where they lived as refugees without income for seven years. When they came home they found a devastated ruin.

· Philips Livingstone had all his great holdings in New York confiscated and his family driven out of their home. Livingstone died in 1778 still working in Congress for the cause.

· Louis Morris, the fourth New York delegate, saw all his timber, crops, and livestock taken. For seven years he was barred from his home and family.

· John Hart of Trenton, New Jersey, risked his life to return home to see his dying wife. Hessian soldiers rode after him, and he escaped in the woods. While his wife lay on her deathbed, the soldiers ruined his farm and wrecked his homestead. Hart, 65, slept in caves and woods as he was hunted across the countryside. When at long last, emaciated by hardship, he was able to sneak home, he found his wife had already been buried, and his 13 children taken away. He never saw them again. He died a broken man in 1779, without ever finding his family.

· Dr. John Witherspoon, signer, was president of the College of New Jersey, later called Princeton. The British occupied the town of Princeton, and billeted troops in the college. They trampled and burned the finest college library in the country.

· Judge Richard Stockton, another New Jersey delegate signer, had rushed back to his estate in an effort to evacuate his wife and children. The family found refuge with friends, but a Tory sympathizer betrayed them. Judge Stockton was pulled from bed in the night and brutally beaten by the arresting soldiers. Thrown into a common jail, he was deliberately starved. Congress finally arranged for Stockton's parole, but his health was ruined. The judge was released as an invalid, when he could no longer harm the British cause. He returned home to find his estate looted and did not live to see the triumph of the Revolution. His family was forced to live off charity.

· Robert Morris, merchant prince of Philadelphia, delegate and signer, met Washington's appeals and pleas for money year after year. He made and raised arms and provisions which made it possible for Washington to cross the Delaware at Trenton. In the process he lost 150 ships at sea, bleeding his own fortune and credit almost dry.

· George Clymer, Pennsylvania signer, escaped with his family from their home, but their property was completely destroyed by the British in the Germantown and Brandywine campaigns.

· Dr. Benjamin Rush, also from Pennsylvania, was forced to flee to Maryland. As a heroic surgeon with the army, Rush had several narrow escapes.


· John Martin, a Tory in his views previous to the debate, lived in a strongly loyalist area of Pennsylvania. When he came out for independence, most of his neighbors and even some of his relatives ostracized him. He was a sensitive and troubled man, and many believed this action killed him. When he died in 1777, his last words to his tormentors were: "Tell them that they will live to see the hour when they shall acknowledge it [the signing] to have been the most glorious service that I have ever rendered to my country."

· William Ellery, Rhode Island delegate, saw his property and home burned to the ground.

· Thomas Lynch, Jr., South Carolina delegate, had his health broken from privation and exposures while serving as a company commander in the military. His doctors ordered him to seek a cure in the West Indies and on the voyage, he and his young bride were drowned at sea.

· Edward Rutledge, Arthur Middleton, and Thomas Heyward, Jr., the other three South Carolina signers, were taken by the British in the siege of Charleston. They were carried as prisoners of war to St. Augustine, Florida, where they were singled out for indignities. They were exchanged at the end of the war, the British in the meantime having completely devastated their large landholdings and estates.

· Thomas Nelson, signer of Virginia, was at the front in command of the Virginia military forces. With British General Charles Cornwallis in Yorktown, fire from 70 heavy American guns began to destroy Yorktown piece by piece. Lord Cornwallis and his staff moved their headquarters into Nelson's palatial home. While American cannonballs were making a shambles of the town, the house of Governor Nelson remained untouched. Nelson turned in rage to the American gunners and asked, "Why do you spare my home?" They replied, "Sir, out of respect to you." Nelson cried, "Give me the cannon!" and fired on his magnificent home himself, smashing it to bits. But Nelson's sacrifice was not quite over. He had raised $2 million for the Revolutionary cause by pledging his own estates. When the loans came due, a newer peacetime Congress refused to honor them, and Nelson's property was forfeited. He was never reimbursed. He died, impoverished, a few years later at the age of 50.

Lives, Fortunes, Honor

Of those 56 who signed the Declaration of Independence, nine died of wounds or hardships during the war. Five were captured and imprisoned, in each case with brutal treatment. Several lost wives, sons or entire families. One lost his 13 children. Two wives were brutally treated. All were at one time or another the victims of manhunts and driven from their homes. Twelve signers had their homes completely burned. Seventeen lost everything they owned. Yet not one defected or went back on his pledged word. Their honor, and the nation they sacrificed so much to create is still intact.

And, finally, there is the New Jersey signer, Abraham Clark.

He gave two sons to the officer corps in the Revolutionary Army. They were captured and sent to that infamous British prison hulk afloat in New York Harbor known as the hell ship Jersey, where 11,000 American captives were to die. The younger Clarks were treated with a special brutality because of their father. One was put in solitary and given no food. With the end almost in sight, with the war almost won, no one could have blamed Abraham Clark for acceding to the British request when they offered him his sons' lives if he would recant and come out for the King and Parliament. The utter despair in this man's heart, the anguish in his very soul, must reach out to each one of us down through 200 years with his answer: "No."

The 56 signers of the Declaration Of Independence proved by their every deed that they made no idle boast when they composed the most magnificent curtain line in history. "And for the support of this Declaration with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."

I just re-read the Declaration of Independence, what inspired men. If you haven't read it in awhile... I highly recommend it.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Party Time

Kimball got to celebrate her 2nd birthday for the 2nd time this last weekend. We had a combined pool party with her cousins, Logan and Jensyn, and with a friend Scarlett. Despite a potential bad weather cancellation the party went on. Of course the day before was 110 degrees, but the day of the pool party was rainy and probably 79 degrees by the time of the party. But that didn't stop Kimball. She was too excited about the swimming pool and giant slide to even wait for cake. So, she was wet and freezing cold as we were trying to take this picture. It was still a great time!




Here she is on her 5th or 6th time down the slide. She didn't ever want to stop.











Even Jack got to take a couple of trips down the big slide.








Kimball got to practice her good swimming skills after a quick break for cake. She decided that putting on a cold swimming suit wasn't worth it, and went back in without it.


Kimball taking a swing at the Nemo pinata.


And then feeling bad that he was broken and giving him a kiss better.
The birthday kids at the end of the night. Who's ready for bed? And maybe some hot chocolate.



Meanwhile, Jack is still working on his walking skills, they're getting better everyday.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

An Amazing Husband and Potty Fun

Last Saturday I left Jason with the kids all day so that I could go to a Young Womens activity on the river. I wasn't nervous about leaving him alone that long at all. I figured he would be fine, even if Kimball is in the middle of potty training. I figured the house would be a little messy but still standing. Well, as usual, he continues to exceed any expectations I might have had. While I was gone, he decided to take Kimball and Jack to get their pictures taken. He called his sister to come over and do Kimballs hair. (THANKS KRISTEN) Then he picked out some cute outfits and was on his way. Here are some of the results of their photo shoot.


I love my husband! He continues to find ways to amaze me... And who would've ever thought that Jason and I would make such cute kids. But I am a little biased.

Now onto the current trauma of my life.... POTTY TRAINING. I've decided that it's one of my least favorite parts of parenthood (so far). Kimball is doing okay, but still hasn't figured out the "poops in the potty" part. So that means lots of laundry and carpet cleaner. Anyone have any good advice? I let her go bare bum for a while, but now she thinks if she has anything on that it's okay to poop and pee. I'm trying not to give up, because she is showing improvement with the pee, but man, it's exhausting.

Jack, on the other hand, is growing up in his own ways and has decided to teach himself how to walk. Jason and I really helped Kimball practice, but with Jack we've haven't tried all that much... so he's taking matters into his own hands. I caught him on the camera this morning. Sorry it's sideways... I forgot that I can't rotate videos.



And, I need to shout out a very late CONGRATULATIONS to Jordon (Jason's brother) who got married a couple of weeks ago to Kortni. Welcome to the family!

I also have to brag about Kristen, and all these dresses she volunteered to make for the wedding. The nieces looked awesome!!! Your craftiness is amazing, and I hope to one day achieve get to that level, but it may be a while.

Other than road trips, the wedding, potty training, young women's activities it's been a good summer filled with lots of swimming and fun at home.

Can we go to the pool yet?

Finally, Kimball and Jack are in their "happy place"





Saturday, August 8, 2009

Who let the cat out of the bag?

Okay, so my last posted mentioned something about how much I like Disneyland, and I tried to explain my obsession with Disneyland by adding even "IF" I'm pregnant (as in many Disney trips of the past) I still have a great time. Apparently many of you interpreted that "If" as in I AM pregnant. That certainly wasn't my intent of that explanation, but let me just put some of the rumors to rest... Yes, I am pregnant. Apparently I sub-consciously wanted people to know, at least that's Jason's theory to the previous post. I didn't think anyone would take it that way, but according to many of the comments, starting with Jason's like-minded sister, Kristen, I was wrong.

Anyways, I believe #3 will be due around mid-March. But I'll have a better idea after my doctors appointment in a week or two. Jason and I are a little nervous about being out numbered by kids but excited for a new baby. We'll keep you posted on further updates.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Disneyland (yes again) and Kimball's Birthday




Yes, we headed to Disneyland again, but this time with all of my sisters. It was fun to have Sammy and her family there, who lives in Texas. My parents were kind enough to come and help wrangle the 6 kids (all under the age of 2) we had all between us. It was great because Kimball got to be there to celebrate her 2nd birthday. So she got her little pin, and everyone said "happy birthday" to her. She was even dancing by a rag-time piano player who saw her pin and started playing her "Happy Birthday". She loved it and danced around.





Nana even got Kimball her first present of the day, this plush Mickey. She held it all day long, especially on Pirates of the Caribbean. She loves that ride, but the drops are starting to make her just a little nervous.






We had a little impromptu birthday party with cupcakes at the hotel to celebrate, but her real party will be with her cousins at the pool later this month.









One of the best parts of the trip for Kimball was having her cousin Ashton there. These have too much fun together. Even sharing strollers...





...and Nana and Papa. It was a great couple of days there. There's something about Disneyland that I just love, even if I'm prego and can't go on a lot of rides, I just love being there. So, I have to brag about one of the Disneyland workers that helped me out. Right after I took this pic, Kimball managed to kick off her shoe and have it fall underneath the train. It landed all the way underneath by the the far rail next to the wheel. I told the train conductor guy, a young kid name Zachary, and he climbed all the way under and got it for me. I didn't think it was reachable, and that I was going to have to wait until after the train left to be able to get it, but no, this kid just dove under the train and grabbed it for me. Awesome!



Jack even decided he could have a good time riding around strapped to Jason.



So, after a few days at Disneyland, we managed to make it home completely exhausted. We were lucky enough to have Sammy and David stay with us for the weekend before they headed back up to Midway yesterday. It was fun to hang out with her and her family because we really only get to see them 2-3 times a year. I can't wait for them to be done with dental school so they can hopefully move a little closer.





Here are a few reminders of how far our crazy girl has come.

Kimball 2 years old


Kimball 1 year old


Kimball 1 week old.

My how time flies. I could've never imagined how much we would grow to love this crazy girl. We're lucky to have her as our oldest.



The Ranch and the 24th of July

I'm sad to admit that we just barely took our kids to the Hafen Ranch for the first time in July. Yes, they were ranch-virgins. Jason went up to help take care of the yard and other chores, and the kids and I decided to join him. I did bring my camera, but only managed to get this picture of Jack on the way up.


Thank goodness Lowell took this picture of the kids out on the trampoline in their pj's.
Kimball loved seeing the trains go by and visiting with the horses. Jack loved crawling everywhere including up Grandpa Hersch's legs, over the edge of the coach, and even out on the balcony, where he managed to get a huge bruise on his head. All good times until Kimball figured out how to climb out of the portacrib and join us in bed at 3:30am.



The next weekend started a week of vacation for Jason. We headed up to my parents house for the annual family picture and for a baby blessing. All of us where there for the first time in 2-3 years.

We got to go to Park City to ride the Alpine Slides. Kimball and Jason had a blast, I could hear her saying "wee" all the way down.


The scariest part for me was having Kimball ride up on the ski lift with us... she has no concept of fear of heights and was really wiggly. I'm hoping we can get through her childhood with just a few broken bones... and no major injuries.






Jack handled the more mellow merry-go-round with Abbey. Maybe next year he'll be big enough to make it up on the slides.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

4th of July Update

I finally got some pictures I was waiting for so I could give and update of our 4th of July weekend. We went up to my parents house to get out of the Vegas heat and to spend time with some of my family. The time we spend at my parents house is all about how much time we can spend outside. Especially for Kimball. As soon as she woke up, she would come downstair, run to the door, and say "outside" until someone took her out to swing, or jump on the trampoline. But this may have been her new favorite toy at Nana's house. My mom finally got a toy that she wanted for a while, the rhino, and we all put it to good use that weekend.

Jason and Nate (Cally's husband) decided to take the scooters out for a ride. Cally and I decided to follow behind in the rhino to make sure our boys stayed out of trouble.


We all ended up on the side of a mountain looking over the valley where my parents live. Notice Jason's new do... or his "scooter fro."


The day of the 4th, we enjoyed a barbecue in the backyard. Kimball and her cousin Charlie,
chowed down at the "little kids" table.

Jack and Jason getting ready to watch the firework. My parents live right next to the hill where they are set off, so the fireworks explode right above us. I was surprised that Jack and Kimball didn't get scared. Brave kids.

And here's Kimball getting excited for the fireworks to start.

I love the 4th of July and the time we get to spend with our families. It also helps me remember the great country we live in. Even though I don't agree with a lot of policies that are being made right now... I will always appreciate the fact that I live here and am allowed to disagree with the government. Either way...I love this country!!!
Thanks for having us Mom and Dad!!