Thy hallow'd walks besmear'd with guiltless gore." -Paul Revere
It was a gorgeous day and so we loaded up Princess Sparkleface and headed up Hwy 26 toward Mt. Hood's Government Camp to make a snowman under a deep blue sky.
"While faithless P___ n and his savage bands
With murd'rous rancour stretch their bloody hands..." -Paul Revere
Warm ski gloves and stocking caps, thick rubber boots and a thermos full of hot chocolate, we stopped outside of Zig Zag along the river to pick up stones for the eyes and sticks for arms and hair.
"Like fierce barbarians grinning o'er their prey
Approve the carnage and enjoy the day." -Paul Revere
We've started our second unit: The American Revolution. It was a time full of horrible atrocities and random acts of violence. Men in the street carrying sticks and clubs. Vigilante justice. Imagine the horror of being tarred and feathered.
"If scalding drops from rage, from anguish wrung
If speechless sorrow, lab'ring for a tongue
Or if a weeping world can ought apease
The plaintive ghosts of victims such as these..." -Paul Revere
On the night of March 5, 1770, British soldiers standing their ground in front of an angry mob of colonials throwing oyster shells and balls of ice, daring them to fire... did just that, killing five men. Forever known after as The Boston Massacre, it was the starting point of the revolution.