Freedom, Senior Center |
I envision a lady mixed with folklore; a mother no doubt, she had children and homemaker duties, and a desire to create something beautiful for her country. 233 years ago, it is said, Ms Ross hand sewed the first flag, combining bits of color to create our banner. A bare foot worked the treadle rhythmically. A leather band attached to a wheel, turned gears and cogs I presume, eventually working a needle up and down. Thread was gathered from a bobbin and combined to create seams in my home made blue cloth pants. I remember sitting upon the floor, marveling as mother cut and pinned, measured and sewed, making new clothes. She also patched knees and elbows as our family continued to grow. Though the memory is fresh, that was many years ago. Gone are the children who learn to knit and crochet at their mother's side. Gone, another piece of good old fashioned American pride. Shirts and pants are bought from shelf and rack with merely a glance at a tag stuck inside. "Sewed with American Pride" from a factory in Bangladesh. If we don't pass on heritage and teach our children right, what is their future? This downfall didn't happen fast it's true, but it happens every day, to me and you. More of our legacy is gone, taken in the light of day, not by a thief at night. Another tear is in the fabric, where once was strong cloth. Stripes, blue cloth, and stars, sewed carefully, shining bright. |