Tuesday, May 12, 2009
When Carter was here a few days ago, he found an American flag that I had bought a few weeks ago to use at the Tea Parties I attended.
He asked, "What's the name of this flag, Grandma?"
I was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"What's its name?" he asked again.
I still didn't understand what he wanted to know "Well, it's an American flag."
"But what's its name?"
"United States? Is that what you mean?"
Haltingly he began in a hushed tone, "...of America ... Republic.. which it stands...." He was shyly looking down at the floor, flag in hand.
"What did you say?" I couldn't have heard that right. It sounded like...
"...Nation... under God...." he said quietly.
Almost apologetically, with a hint of a smile on his face, he finished, "...inavisible...liberty...justice for all."
My four year old grandson had just said the Pledge of Allegiance in the most reverent spirit I have ever heard it recited.