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Monday, May 28, 2018

The History of America’s ‘Old Glory’


By JIM PURCELL

The American Flag means different things to different people. But, the history of Old Glory is that it has been the unifying symbol of all of those who call themselves ‘Americans’ in the United States since June 14, 1777. It was then that the Continental Congress adopted an act establishing the official flag for this new nation, which was still fighting for its independence during the Revolutionary War (1775-1783).
The American Flag Today

   Though Congress officially recognized an “American Flag” in 1777, that does not mean it was the first one that Americans used to represent their new country.
Well before Congress finally decided upon a flag, Americans were fighting a daunting war with the British during the Revolution. And, in those days of warfare, flags of nations were not decoration. They were standards that soldiers, sailors and civilians rallied around. Many Americans came up with their own flags before Congress decided upon one. However, that made things confusing for soldiers and sailors especially, who could possibly get confused by some of the many standards being flown on ships at sea or on battlefields across the 13 colonies.

IN THE BEGINNING…

   One of the earliest American Flags was a standard with a white field, a green liberty tree and the phrase “Appeal to Heaven” running along the top of the flag. American ship in New England waters flew this standard as early as 1775.  
U.S. Continental Navy ships flew this flag in 1775


   In 1775, the fledgling Continental Navy flew a flag of warning, which boldly featured a snake on a field of white and red stripes, with the phrase “Don’t Tread On Me” on it. Meanwhile, the famed Sons of Liberty, in Massachusetts, flew their own flag, which featured a flag comprised of red and white stripes, also during 1775.

   Many variations of these flags were flown, representing this new idea of America, until it was officially designated by the Congress. And, many of these prototype American Flags featured combinations of aspects incorporated into other American Flags. One version, called “The Grand Union Flag, which was part of the Continental Colors of the Army in 1776, even incorporated Great Britain’s Union Jack into its field where, normally, stars would reside in a blue field.
The 'Betsy Ross' Flag established in 1776

   The story of how the first Congressionally recognized American Flag was created is not well-documented. The winning design did turn out to be the “Betsy Ross” Flag, originally created in 1776.

   It is widely believed that Philadelphia, Pennsylvania resident Betsy Ross createdAmerica’s first standard. One account has the idea of the flag coming from General of the Continental Army George Washington. 

   Meanwhile, another origin of the American Flag, while still noting the contributions of Betsy Ross, credited the original idea to New Jersey Continental Congress Representative Francis Hopkinson

CHANGES TO THE FLAG
   Whenever I pass the American Flag, whether it is at home or somewhere in public, I don’t think about how the flag has changed over the years, or how the idea of what the flag is has changed since 1777.
The Guilford Flag from North Carolina

   There have been exceptions to the rule when it came to officially sanctioned flags. During 1779, Scottish-born Continental Navy Captain John Paul Jones raised what he called the “Serapis Flag” on the captured-British frigate Serapis

   There was also the Guilford Courthouse Flag, which was raised by the North Carolina militia in March 1781 in Greensboro. 

   After the Revolutionary War’s end, with the addition of Vermont and Kentucky, a 15-star flag was authorized by Congress. Later, in 1803, the U.S. even recognized an “Indian Peace Flag.”

    During September 1804, two things happened of importance to the United States. The first was that composer Francis Scott Key wrote “The Star-Spangled Banner” and the second was that the Easton Flag was recognized by the U.S. Congress. Though it would not be until 1931 that Key’s ode to his nation was officially recognized, the Easton Flag was retired by 1818. 

   Beyond 1818, the U.S. Flag largely remained in the style of the traditional Betsy Ross Flag. Afterward, the flag would change with the addition of more states. By 1865, at the conclusion of the American Civil War, the U.S. Flag sported 36 stars in its blue field, with each star recognizing a state.
The US Indian Peace Flag

   During World War I and II, there were 48 stars on the flag that flew over U.S. troops. And, following the admission of Hawaii as a U.S. state, the flag was altered its last time (so far) with the inclusion of its 50th star.

THE MEANING OF THE FLAG

   There are any number of ways to view the American Flag. For me, it is far more than just a standard or a decorative national statement. The American Flag, inherently, represents the struggles and sacrifices of all those people through the course of this nation’s history, who contributed to the American cause.

   Certainly, the United States has not been a perfect union, as it had to faces the terrible reality of slavery, wars of injustice against Native Americans, and many things that prove America, as a nation, is not unblemished.
The Sepias Flag flown by U.S. Navy Capt. John Paul Jones

   However, the American system of government, though also not perfect, allows people to change their fates, albeit sometimes it takes a while. This is impossible in many nations across the globe. In America, someone can still have nothing one day and the next find their fortune. Governmental laws are sometimes challenges, for the better and worse. 

   Yet, in the final account, the United States remains the freest nation offering the most possibilities for those who were born here or who come here from other places.


Saturday, January 10, 2015

OUR FLAG: Then, Now and Always

Every man or woman who has ever served our republic, our nation, our America, has a special relationship with our flag. It is a privilege to salute our Stars and Stripes as one of its soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines, coast guardsmen or as a veteran of any of its armed services. It is sometimes hard for people who have not served to understand fully what that beautiful old standard means to many of us who are serving or have served. 

I have taken a journey with her, which has lasted a lifetime (or at least half of one as of this writing). I met her in baseball parks and at school when I was a child, before I really saw her for who she was, and still is, when I took my oath of service at 17 years old, in the Federal Building in Newark, New Jersey, in 1983. She was more formal than I had ever seen her until then, without the wind blowing through her blue field, stars and stripes. She stood quietly, solemnly in the back of the room while I gave her my oath. There was something proud about the oath, something exciting, maybe even a little mysterious. At that moment I knew I married that quiet girl standing in the back of the room, and it felt right.

My Dad and Granddad had fought for her, as well as my uncles and cousins, in World War I and II, Korea and in Vietnam. I lost one of my uncles, David, in World War II before I ever met him. But, as sad as that was and is, I always knew he died for something -- for her, for us and who we are and maybe who we want to be as a people and as individuals. It doesn’t make me miss my Uncle David less, even today. But, it makes me proud of how he lived and what he stood for in his life.

The sad thing about growing older is seeing family and friends pass from life. My father went to his peace beneath our flag, as has my uncles and two of my cousins. I think everyone gives some part of themselves in service to the country, whether they will admit it or not. However, some give more and there are those who give everything they are or ever will be for that simple piece of cloth that flutters free outside of buildings and gathering places of all kinds in this country. It was not the flag that made us free. It is an emblem of all those who have fought and strove and given -- and even died -- for us.

I served in the Army or its components for about 10 years. The best friends I ever made in my life I made while serving in our Army. It occurred to me once after a tough day at work while I was a soldier that I could question anything I wanted to about anything, but when I looked up -- there she was again. I aged and worked and lived my life, but she remained as young and vibrant as she had been when she was minted at the beginning of our American Experiment in freedom. Our flag doesn't change and neither does the dream of not just the past or the present, but the future and those men and women not even a thought now who will lead our republic next.

My daughters both serve: one in the U.S. Air Force and one in the U.S. Army, and I am proud of them for what they are doing. In some ways, I do feel the torch passed. My grandfather came to this country from Ireland. I never met him but my father told me that my Granddad loved this country like only an immigrant who was given the gift of citizenship could understand it. He loved this country and his family as hard as a man could. He’d be proud of my girls, as much as we are of him.

When I was a young paratrooper and infantryman, I believed in the things said by my heroes, such as President John F. Kennedy when he said that each of us should not ask what the country can do for us, but what we each can do for this nation: our home. I still do. America is a big place, with big dreams, big hopes and is a ponderous place of such beauty that it defies description.

America is still a place where someone can make their fortune by the sweat of their brow and a strong back, armed with determination and the freedoms God bequeathed to mankind at their first breath.

An older man now, with more than his fair share of aches and pains, I get dressed every morning and it is a rare day when I leave my home without squarely putting on my worn black baseball cap, with my beloved 82nd Airborne Division patch on it. Some time ago, I added to that hat by pinning a set of Airborne Wings and brass sergeant stripes on it above the patch, as reminders of golden days gone by. Maybe it’s that hat that reminds me about the old jokes and gripes, victories and defeats, girls when I still had brown hair and good and bad times with my friends and Army family. I am not ashamed to say I love those old friends still and think of our times and foolishness with some regularity.  

I have lost touch with some of those friends, while others I still speak with now and again. Some of those great guys I served with have passed on from this life since they left the Army, while others died in our nation’s service. Still, I know, somehow, I will see them again when it is my time and it will be a homecoming.

Still, that dear old flag shines down on me like a sun that can blaze in the middle of the night. I still salute her, at the beginning of every morning and the last thing every day, as I pass her going to or coming back from my chores. Sometimes, I’ve even stopped to make sure to say hello to her, so she knows I don’t take her for granted. Maybe for a half-second, I am even a teen-aged infantryman again and she is my best girl.

Oh, now and again, people have a little laugh and think I’ve grown peculiar over time with my little ritual. But, I could care less about what anyone says. I’ve invested good pieces of my life to that flag, and I would do it again if I could. And, that flag is as much a part of me as is my heart or blood, and it is my privilege and even honor to salute her every day as one of our nation’s veterans.

In life, sometimes one runs through friends and even family. Things can change in this world. But, what hasn’t changed is that flag and what it means, and what it means to me still.