women of a certain age are like sunflowers; they know how to turn their faces to the sun.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

This one's for all of us...

But especially for my Mom, who loved this song so much, she campaigned for its adoption as our national anthem. It was the first hymn sung at her memorial service.

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple
mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America! America!

God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea

to shining sea!


Anonymous said...

Happy 4th to you!

margene said...

You did that right. Beautiful tribute with beautiful pictures.

Donna Lee said...

I am with your mom. I love that song and it should be our national anthem. (It's so much easier to sing!) I am having thoughts about patriotism and nationalism and independence day and what it all means. If you read Samurai Knitter(samuraiknitter.blogspot.com) she offered a slightly different slant on independence day. How diverse is the knitting community and how fascinating to read others' thoughts.

Anonymous said...

Nice Job, Susan.