Three Little Words

I think life was more of a learning experience when I was a child than it is today.   People seemed to have a very different idea about what living actually meant back then.  Even through times were hard, people seemed to go about daily life with more of an appreciation for it.  Maybe that was because of the war, or maybe it was because they had been raised by parents who had more respect for living.  After all World War I had ended a brief 20 years before WWII began.  Life was precious.  Friends and family were to be respected and coveted. 

I think living is an art.  To truly appreciate it you need someone to guide you through it and to share it with you .  Living life is a bit like walking through an art museum.  As you walk though it you see all the beautiful paintings on display, but to really understand the artist and the message he was trying to convey takes a bit of tutoring.  There is more to each painting than meets the eye.  The same is true for life, it  is easy to miss if  you don’t really understand it. 

A great deal of how we perceive life as adults begins when we are children.  Our lives are permanently   influenced by our parents and those around us as we are growing up. It seems that many modern parents have lost track of that concept.  

In spite of the fact a war was going on back in the 1940’s and many women were forced  to join the workforce, the focus on family remained a priority.   Prior to the war many women considered it an honor to wear the label of “housewife.”  I don’t think today’s modern women (who for some odd reason prefer the term “stay at home moms”) have any concept of what a “housewife” did back then.

 

There were no televisions or video games to entertain children.  There were no microwave ovens to toss something into for a quick meal.  There were no fancy digital washers and dryers.  There were no wrinkle-free clothing. There were no disposable diapers. There were no car seats to hold children as prisoners in the back seat of a car. There were no fancy mops with disposable cloths.  There were no cell phones or computers.  Being a “housewife” was tough and women took their job seriously. 

 One of the most important tasks they had was educating their children.  People today use the term “home school” with great pride as though it is a modern concept.   The truth is that seven decades ago parents began educating their children almost the minute they were born. 

Proper grammar and proper etiquette topped the list of early home education.  Children were taught to respect and to obey their parents and elders.  They were taught about the principles that our country was founded on, and how Christianity played an important role in it.  By the time children went to school the foundation of a solid education was well in place.

 

Because of our age difference, my sister entered the public school system seven years ahead of me.  I remember sitting on the front steps of our seaside home every afternoon waiting for her to come home and share what she had learned that day in school with  me. 

It was common practice back then for children to stand with their teacher and classmates at the beginning of each school day and recite the Pledge of Allegiance to our country.  

For those who have forgotten, for those who never knew,  and for those who blatantly just don’t care, this is how it goes:  Each person stands , faces the American Flag, puts their right hand over their heart and makes the following vow: 

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and  justice for all. 

It’s simple and to the point.  It is an oath of loyalty to support our country and those living in it.

 

I remember my sister’s undying patience as she helped me to memorize those wonderful words.  Even as a young child I understood the importance of supporting my country.  The words somewhat baffled me, so as was my custom, I took my questions to my mother.

Our kitchen table with its red and white checkered tablecloth was the place where I learned most of my pre-school lessons.  I believed that my busy mother and father were the smartest people in the world. They always made time to answer my multiple questions that began with “why.”

One day, I scooted up on my chair at the table and fidgeted with the fringes on the tablecloth for a bit.  My mother who had her back to me  was busy stirring something on the stove that bubbled loudly and smelled delicious.  As mothers  mysteriously do, she sensed my presence and asked what I had on my mind.  When I asked her some “why” questions about the Pledge of Allegiance, she paused, turned off the stove, set the long wooden spoon down, wiped her hands on her apron, and sat down across from me.

She explained that the pledge was a promise to give our loyalty to our country.  She explained that by pledging our allegiance we were vowing not to become enemies or traitors to our country.  She talked about the meaning of loyalty and honor for quite some time.   

  When I was satisfied I gave a quick “OK” then abruptly went outside where I marched around the yard reciting the Pledge of Allegiance over and over. 

 Suddenly three little words stopped me short.  I could not make and sense of them.

Those three little words were “to the Republic” “to the Republic” “to the Republic for which it stands”  

 So, it was back to my chair at the table with one more question for my mentor mother.  

I asked:  “What is the Republic for which it stands?”   Patiently my mother explained that there were several types of government. 

  One type she said was the one that our United States of America was founded on way back when our   government was first formed. It was called a Republican type of Government. She also said there was  another type that was called  Democratic government.

 For example, she explained, let’s say that if this house were run by Democratic rule and your father, sister, and I all voted that spinach must be eaten at every meal but you voted not to.   Our three votes against your one vote would make it a law and you would have to eat the spinach weather you liked it or not because the Democratic majority says it is a law and you can be fined if you don’t follow the rule.  You lose your individual freedom of choice. Everything is mandatory in a Democracy.

Now, if this were a Republican run house, and if the same proposed spinach law is put to a vote and your father, sister, and I all vote that a law should be passed that spinach should be eaten at every meal we would still win.  The difference is that under Republican law,  you would have the right to follow along with the ruling or reject it and not eat the spinach and not be subject to the fine.  Spinach would still be served at every meal but you would have the option of eating it or not. In other words you have the right as a free individual to make that choice.  The government cannot tell you that you have to eat spinach at every meal.   

Our Founding Fathers established a Republican type of government and wrote the Bill of Rights and the Constitution to protect each and every individual’s rights.   

 So when you say The Pledge of Allegiance to our flag you are really saying you are pledging you allegiance to our country. To our free Republic that our American  flag represents.  You are pledging to uphold each individual person’s right to not be dominated by the majority rule which may force you to do something you do not believe in or want to do.  To sum it up: Everything is optional in a Republic.

Yes three little words.  Three little forgotten words “to the Republic” for which it stands."  There lies the division between the Democrats and the Republicans. Over the years the majority has convinced the minority that Democratic law is a form of freedom, but in reality it is not.

I admit, they  are just three little words, but  remember that Socrates, who never harmed anyone, was put to death because the Democratic majority simply did not like him.