You know, where the Bostonians gathered at the Old South Meeting House
to hear Samuel Adams speak the truth,
that Governor Hutchinson wouldn't do anything to stop the tea?
The one where they flooded the streets of Boston dressed like Mohawk warriors,
and climbed aboard the Dartmouth, the Eleanor, and the Beaver,
and tossed tea into seas until dawn?
Yes, that one. The one they took to calling The Boston Tea Party.
Well, we took to celebrating it this year. And I grin big as I write it.
I patterned most of it after that Disney movie, Johnny Tremain, based on the book Esther Forbes wrote during WWII, and even then Esther understood it, and she wrote, "For what do we fight? Only that a man can stand up." Yes, I played the Liberty Tree on my penny whistle and we nailed the Declaration to the tree and sang all the verses of the song.
Getting ready for the night! You can see all the blankets we needed to not look like ourselves, to ward off the cold that night! Oh, it was cold!
We gathered at five o'clock to recount the history of our resistance and Samuel Adam's sober, "This meeting can do nothing further to save the country!" Then the glories began. Off we rushed!
A few of the local Mohawks. Disregard the deranged grin on the face of the person with the rifle. It means nothing.
Pay the price they're asking . . .
Always pay the tyrant's fee
Never give up the struggle . . .
Fight for the Liberty Tree.
And I hope my tears never stop for the people who never gave up struggling until they paid. I hope we my time comes I can stand up, too, and pay a fee, if only another can stand up someday, somewhere, somehow.
We all sat around the table, having a merry time in our Indian garb.
And I have to say, I do wonder what the people would say, if they came in and found us all drinking cider with feathers and painted faces around our table. What would I say?
You can't imagine this big grin I have.
"Oh, hello! We just commandeered thousands of pounds of East India Company tea without firing a single gunshot and threw them all overboard into Boston Harbor dressed as Mohawks and sang to a tree all night long!" *claps in delight* "Aren't we wonderful? Care to join us?"
Of course you'd like to hear a Rhino squeal and, "I'll go get my ball!"
Buuuuut . . . instead you get:
Have a wonderful day, everyone!