I’m a little teary-eyed this morning. It started with Starbucks. Let me explain. My Little Girl (she’s 41 and no she won’t mind me giving her age; she’s like her Momma, we are proud of our ages. Anyway) my Little Girl moved away (took my grand-babies with her!) to a place hours away. She stopped at Starbucks this morning on her way to the office (yes on Saturday!) and she posted a pic to Face book of her TWO cups of coffee. I commented: Oh, I wish I was in the land of Hickory (hum along) J
which sent me down memory lane holding hands with today.
Know the song? A song about homesick. A song about memories. A song about family. A song about good times through hardship.
It purports to have been written by Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio
prior to 1850. And it is said: The song was a favorite of President Abraham Lincoln; he had it played at some of his political rallies and at the announcement of General Robert E. Lee‘s surrender. [source]
Let me tell you how I think that went down. History bears out that both Lincoln and Lee were men of godly character. That means they cared deeply. That means they were honest. They were good men. And on that day when Lee surrendered Lincoln played this song not to rub defeat in his face but to honor him and give him leave with dignity.
I can admit Dixieland by some is presented with evil motives, evil hearts, but not all, most likely not by the majority. You see I picked cotton in the land of cotton; not during the Civil War period of course, but the 1950s and 1960s. My Daddy was a sharecropper (poor white trash if you didn’t take the time to know us.) It was hard work. It was hot in those fields but it was life then and it was family and so yes I get teary-eyed with a warm smile when I remember. Hard stuff. Unpleasant stuff. Gut wrenching stuff comes to us ALL. And yes some more than others; especially if you live somewhere other than the USA. But we don’t have to cry over it forever. There is a Greater Emancipator. I met Him in 1975. And He freed me from what was and set before me what is and what yet will be! We cannot, we must not pretend to change our history. We had some dark days, dark years back then when Dixieland was sung by Southerns and Northerners.
We have darker days now. We have political correctness. We have seared hearts. We have chips on our shoulders. We have taken on wounds for which we did not suffer the blows. The Greater Emancipator Who waits and yearns to heal our wounds, take our past and use it to beautify our present and secure our future is insulted, rejected, vilified, legislated against and told to get the h–l out of our lives.
What are you saying my Hubby just asked as he read the thus far. So let me put it plainly. With our political correctness, our cowardliness, our unforgiveness, our resentments, our entitlement mindedness, our supposed superiority, our inequality propaganda, our murderous deeds, our power-hungry sick government, and our live and let live Churches, we all live in a perpetual state of slavery that is much darker than historic Dixieland.
So what next? Continue as we are or surrender to the Greater Emancipator so we can live truly free even in the America that now is?
Until Next Time ~ ~ ~ Kat