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February 26, 2007



Listen my children and let us pause
For the midnight ride of William Dawes


Touche, Tour Marm, I've Prescott slighted,
A wrong your rhyming verse has righted,
Yet there are others we've forgotton
Like Bancroft, who alerted Groton!
A. Prescott rode swiftly to Framingham,
A bareheaded rider arrived at Needham,
Though no one, it seems, remembered Waltham.
These patriots all played their part, giving warning
That the Reg'lars were out on that fateful Spring morning!

The Tour Marm

By the way thank you for linking to my Peale post!
Expect me to be a constant visitor!

The Tour Marm

Listen dear poster, you've quite forgot
There was a third rider whose name was Prescott
The good doctor's fame is quite diminished
Three started off, but only he finished!

With no apologies!


I credit the Bicentennial with solidifying my love of costume (it was my first exposure to theater alfresco) and of living history. I can remember the winter of my second grade year, suitably snowy, when we drove from our home in Worcester to Framingham to see an encampment of Henry Knox's artillery train en route to relieve the siege of Boston. My father's parents then lived in Princeton and my grandmother took me to see that battlefield and Trenton's and one of Washington's many headquarters. She had grown up in Newburgh, just up the street from the New Windsor encampment site, but I have only recently begun to explore the Revolutionary sites of the Hudson Highlands.

It's amazing what I remember from my 2nd grade Bicentennial curriculum. Emily has taken an interest in the period (George Washington still gets his due in 1st grade around this time of year) and I started telling her about Sybil Ludington, the female Paul Revere. Then I looked her up and found her Dutchess and Putnam County roots, as well as the connection of her ride to the Danbury Raid, in which my ancestor Ebenezer Olmsted fought on his home ground at Ridgefield, CT.

As always, my love to you and the Lord of High Valley!

Miss Chestnuts

Bravo, Tim!

In my childhood home, Patriot's Day and all things Revolutionary were celebrated more enthusiastically than any religious holiday. Rising before dawn at a friend's home in Concord each April 19th to watch the reenactment was a family tradition more important than birthdays. And the arrival of the Sudbury Fife and Drum Corps at my Bat Mitzvah in 1976 is my fondest memory of that Bicentennial year. All by way of saying how much I enjoy your Revolutionary postings.

Love ya,

Miss C. (and fondest regards from the Big E.)

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