When I drove in this evening from Fall Fest in Clifton – where The Liberty Brand Co. (TLBCo.) had a vendor booth for the day – my daughter came running outside to greet me and immediately asked how it went. I commented that it was a lot of work for not a lot of money. Then Anne responded “but mom, it’s supposed to be about getting your message out not the money!” Wow, kids don’t miss a thing! And yes Anne, as usual, your are right . . . thanks for reminding your mom why I do what I do. It was a good day.
The Original American Brand
Personal Note: “Harassed” like John Adams!
Ugh! I can’t believe it’s been two months since my last post. So much for my New Year’s resolution of chronicling the daily trials of rebuilding “the original American brand”! Today I had hoped to capitalize on a rare occasion of uninterrupted time (between the hours of 8 a.m. and 3 p.m., of course, while my kids are at school) – to compose a thoughtful editorial/essay on the anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing. If my essay was succinct and insightful then hopefully it would land on the editorial pages of a newspaper or two . . . ok, I’d settle for the local newspaper, The Waco Tribune-Herald; After all, you gotta start somewhere, right?! (This was the fate of my first attempt – a tribute to Lincoln on President’s Day – something I’d felt compelled to write about for a couple of years . . . so much for efficiency). Not so fast! On the way to school, my fourteen year old son had a meltdown and begged to skip school, which is unusual for him. Mother’s intuition kicked into overdrive. After dropping the younger two kids at school, I fired off a cautionary email that was met with record response by a respected coach on the other end of my phone line. A lengthy conversation ensued – with me doing my fair share of the talking – and a game plan was adopted to resolve the simmering crisis. Having averted the aforementioned teenager crisis, I rushed to complete a few other morning chores like (1) pinning the horses in their stalls so they don’t gorge themselves on the fresh green “spring” grass and “founder” (like last spring), (2) releasing the chickens from their coop so they can “free range”, and (3) feeding Carl, our pet pig, who in actuality is a feral hog that we’ve raised for the last year and a half. Another topic for another day!
All this reminds me of a letter John Adams penned to his wife Abigail in 1780 while he was our French diplomat. Adams described his life as “harassed” because he’s terribly busy and had to spend all his time studying ‘government and administration’ so that he could fulfill his duty during the Revolutionary War. It’s apparent in the letter that Adams felt he had a vital and particular role and that he had to get it right. His work as a statesman was for something – a higher purpose. That higher purpose is called “the laws of nature and of natures God” in the Declaration of Independence. Knowledge of these things, available in the great works of literature and philosophy (and by simply looking around you once you know what to look for), is highly desirable and necessary to securing and maintaining our freedom in America, according to our Founders. Knowledge of Natural Law is all but absent in America today. I certainly had no knowledge of it until I began creating The Liberty Brand.
My point is that I, too, feel like I have a particular role to play today in addition to being a mother. Perhaps because I am a mother. I don’t presume that I’ll have the impact Adams had, after all, he more than anyone else provoked the writing of the Declaration, recommended Thomas Jefferson author it, and secured France’s alliance in the Revolutionary War. Tall shoes to fill! But I love America and I love my children and want nothing more than for both to grow and prosper. My hope is that The Liberty Brand can successfully capture and showcase the history and meaning of America, thereby making a ‘visual appeal’ for the founding.
The Liberty Brand is a worthy pursuit – the founders would argue, the ultimate pursuit – and I’ll doggedly pursue it . . . all the while being “harassed”!
Personal Note: 12″ from The Worst Day of My Life
Have you ever had one of those ‘bad karma’ days when things were just off? Our family has them occasionally, when things are out-of-sync. Ours are usually marked by 3 “near misses” or close calls. Friday was one of those days . . .
Vacation this year consisted of staying close to home with some day trips to local area lakes for boating, as our spring break trip to CPAC in Washington D.C. (more on this later) consumed most of our annual vacation funds. The kids had been wanting to get wake boards so my husband located a couple of used ones in Austin. We’d pick up the boards then spend the day on Lake Austin.
En route a compartment of our boat sprung open – first incident. Luckily my husband is in the habit of glancing in the rear view mirror frequently when pulling a load. Disaster was averted and no permanent damage done just some minor repairs to be done during the off season. After making it safely to the boat ramp and launching our boat it began making funny noises. A brief inspection revealed the culprit was low power-steering fluid. Not a show stopper but still enough to qualify as incident two.
Still unaware that we were in the midst of ‘one of those days’ the kids began piloting the wake boards. First Jack, then Anne and rounding out with Ty, our 9 year old. Like the other two, Ty got up on the board immediately and skimmed across the water with relative ease. After tiring he wiped out and we were preparing to go back and pick him up when incident three commenced . . .
Never taking my eyes off Ty floating in the water I see a jet ski with 2 people come in to view. Moving closer and at a high rate of speed I notice they’re traveling in our wake and heading straight for Ty. I watch from the back of the boat – frozen – as they lunge ever closer never changing course. Closer, CLOSER, it occurs to me that they don’t see him and are going to run over my kid right in front of very eyes! Feeling like I’m about to jump out of my skin I go nuts . . . screaming, jumping up and down, helplessly flailing my arms in the air. Then literally within a foot of striking Ty the man riding shotgun on the jet ski reaches around the female driver and turns the steering wheel sharply, missing my youngest by inches! (Later, Ty said all he saw as he turned around was the white bottom of the jet ski ‘near my face’!) If it had been any other type of watercraft it wouldn’t have had responsive enough steering to avert disaster!
The next moments remain fuzzy to me. The jet skiers stopped and apologetically waved from a safe distance. But I was so hysterical that no one, least of all the would-be offenders, would come near me. My reaction was visceral and left me in a contemplative funk for the rest of the day.
How fragile life is! And so, living thankfully and purposefully is a good thing. As Americans we are in possession of one of life’s greatest blessings – the liberty brand – which relatively few people in human history have experienced. May we acknowledge and faithfully accept our stewardship of “The Original American Brand” so we can bequeath the American Dream to our children in the tradition of our forefathers.


