Red Headed Stepchild
(The Barrett family memoir of Navy Life)
by Sophie Ruth Meranski with photos

 

TRIPOD staff 1949 front Sloane,Cochran,Haggett,George Stebbins 1948-9 editor, Lee Lockwood 1949-50 editor - Ulin, John Rooney -2- Malcolm Rivkin,Hamilton Pierce,Bill Kaye, Frank Geisheker,John Connors,Mark Granofsky,Jonathan Fine, - Jason Albert
p 52-1060 Black Notebook 5 p 35-6 The Revolutionary Rising Thomas Buchanan Read p 172 The National Fifth Reader 1866 Edition by A.S. Barnes and Company [used by Jack Barrett in school declamation]"Out of the north the wild news came, Far flashing on its wings of flame, swift as the boreal light, which flies at midnight through the startled skies.And there was tumult in the air, the fife's shrill note, the drums' loud beat, And through the wide land everywhere, The answering tread of hurrying feet, While the first oath of freedom's gun, Came on the blast from Lexington; And Concord roused, no longer tame, -Forgot her old baptised name, Made bare her patriot arm of power, And Swell the discord of the hour. Within its shade of elm and oak, the churchof Berkley Manor stood; there Sunday found the rural folk And some esteemed of gentle blood. In vain their feet with loitering tread passed mid the graves where rank is naught; All could not read the lesson tonight, In that republic of the dead. How sweet the hour of Sabbath talk, The vale with peace and sunshine full Where all the happy people walk, decked in their homespun flax and wool! The pastor came; his snowy locks Hallowed his brow of thought and care; and calmly, as shepherds lead their flocks, He led into the house of prayer.Then soon he rose; the prayer was strong; the pslm was warrior David's song; the text, a few short words of might,"The Lord of Hosts shall arm the right!" He spoke of wrongs too long endured, of sacred rights to be secured; then from his patriot tongue of flame, The sartling words for freedom came. The stirring sentences he spoke Compelled the heart to glow or quake, And rising in his theme's broad wing, And grasping in his nervous hand, The imaginary battle's brand, In face of death he dared to fling Defiance to a tyrant king. Even as he spoke, his frame renewed In eloquence of attitude Rose as it seemed a shoulder higher; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir. When suddenly his mantle wide, his hands impatient flung aside, And lo he met their wondering eyes Complete in all a warrior's guise. A moment there was awful pause, - When Berkley cried, "Cease, traitor! cease! God's temple is the house of peace!" The other shouted, "Nay, not so, When God is with our righteous cause His holiest places then are ours! His temples are our forts and towers, That frown upon the tyrant foe; In this the dawn of freedom's day, There is a time to fight and pray!" And now before the open door- the warrior priest had ordered so-The enlisting trumpet's sudden roar Rang through the chapel, O'er and o'er Its long reverberating blow, So loud and clear It seemed the ear of dusty death Must wake and hear. And there the startling drum and fife Fired the living with fiercer life. While overhead, with wild increase forgetting its ancient toll of peace The great bell swung as ne'er before, It seemed as it would never cease; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was, "WAR, WAR,WAR!" [At this point Jack Barrett's speaking time was up, and he had to sit down]. This was the patriot's cry As striding from the desk he came "Come out with me In freedom's name For her to live, For her to die!" A hundred hands flung up reply, A hundred voices answered,
Subject: (R)
Year: 1949