And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Palcatna (aka Paul Charlo) and his son - Flathead - circa 1898
One of my grandfathers was born in "Indian Territory,"or what's now Oklahoma. It says so on his birth certificate. My mom could recall crossing the Poteau River in a wagon drawn by a horse. Nope, it wasn't that long ago at all.
My little sister was born in Oklahoma in 64. My grandfather was at the Artillery School there in between the wars and my father went to first grade in Oklahoma in 1940. It's just the blink of an eye in history. Back before the interstates the roads meandered everywhere and you used to meet the most amazing and unusual people. My wife's kin passed through a little earlier on their way to the California Gold Rush of '49 and then crossed back again during the War Between the States.
I'm sure that he took his boy hunting. I can't imagine being raised in a situation where you didn't go hunting, but that's me and my personal history.
ReplyDeleteHunting and fishing. Every dad and lad, from whatever culture, ought to do plenty of that.
DeleteIt's hard to believe that for me, that was just barely 4 generations ago. My father and grandfather could have known both of them.
DeleteOne of my grandfathers was born in "Indian Territory,"or what's now Oklahoma. It says so on his birth certificate. My mom could recall crossing the Poteau River in a wagon drawn by a horse. Nope, it wasn't that long ago at all.
DeleteMy little sister was born in Oklahoma in 64. My grandfather was at the Artillery School there in between the wars and my father went to first grade in Oklahoma in 1940. It's just the blink of an eye in history. Back before the interstates the roads meandered everywhere and you used to meet the most amazing and unusual people. My wife's kin passed through a little earlier on their way to the California Gold Rush of '49 and then crossed back again during the War Between the States.
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