Sunday, June 28, 2020

John Stark: 'Enduring' Patriot

Busy week ahead will carry us quickly to our second
July 4th serving here in New England. 
A nasty threat may make us feel bound. Not a bad time to
remember the valiant men and women who felt strongly
and withstood their challenges, as we endeavor to endure.
Certainly there are many
patriots to learn about, salute and commemorate from
among the states that were colonies in 1776.
For New Hampshire, the most notable is General John Stark
whose independent American spirit was a force in 
the revolutionary events from START to FINISH.
As this post reports his legacy (prompted by our late-March
visit to Manchester's Stark Park where the family burial plot is),
consider the lessons that might be learned from him.

One online source claims he is virtually "unknown" today.
An intentionally-humorous mini article published "in these parts"
suggests that Gen. Stark is perhaps even less renown
than his wife Molly Stark!
* * * * *

But before that report, a nod to three young men who are filling
our lamps with oil as they work hard to perform mission
office functions (instead of the finding and teaching they
would more normally be doing), and who share office space
with us. Once we established a pact of trust that THEY
and WE are taking care to minimize our individual exposures,
we are working at our jobs in community association.
 Here they are, above, (Elders T. Smith, Allison and Wells)
allowing us to buy them Friday Dominoes pizza for lunch, 
helping us "catch up" on our "feeding the Elders and Sisters" 
quota that has slacked off since mid March restrictions began.
 Below, Vince plus the three Elders are sharing an exercise 
hour-plus on P-Day at Greenview Apts. tennis courts.
And one more humorous strike against
feeling trapped and unempowered: young Elder's Sears
effort to "sock it to 'em" as we pass 100 days of isolation.

Now I return to John Stark, a patriot who is worth remembering,
for the pivotal role he played in the American revolution,
and also because he embodied the spirit of American independence.
He was born "at just the right time"
in Londonderry, New Hampshire in 1728 to Scottish and English
parents. When 8 years old, his family moved to Derryfield
(now Manchester) where he lived the rest of his life,
apart from his many military and other excursions.
This is the home commemorated as the place he and Molly
raised their family, located in a lovely and historic part of the city
with beautiful, large and well kept homes. 
Currently, it houses a museum.
Early in life he mastered knowledge and skills that would allow
him to survive in the harsh conditions of frontier wilderness.
He gained confidence that he could take care of himself
in any situation or environment. The story is told of an episode
at 24 years when he was pursued by Native Americans 
while trapping, and led them away from other members of
his party, allowing his brother to escape, though he remained 
a prisoner. Later, he went on the offensive and was able to
fight off their threatening treatment with courage and ingenuity,
eventually being ransomed and released.
A few years later, he joined the militia of Rogers' Rangers.
Knowledge gained from being among the 'Indians'
became an asset. "His excellent marksmanship,
keen judgement, and composure under pressure
earned him the office of Captain."
Spurned by military politics and passed over for well-earned
promotion more than once, he tried to stay away from that intrigue.
But as the British increased controls over the American colonies,
his passion for independence overcame those feelings, and 1774
found him attending local meetings of the Committee of Safety.
When he heard about the Battles of Lexington and Concord, Stark
immediately closed his sawmill, grabbed his gun and headed for
Massachusetts -- still wearing the clothes he had worked in that day.
 With his Colonel's commission, he quickly recruited
fourteen regiments, including the surprise enlistment of 
fifteen-year-old son Caleb.
 Important action began within days. Following Paul Revere's
intelligence, colonial militias knew where and when the British
planned to move their colossal navy. Stark was ordered with 
his regiments to move downriver across a narrow neck of land
where the British had floating batteries on each side. Stark moved
his force "at a deliberate pace" and when questioned why he
didn't hurry faster to where the need was great, responded
"one fresh man in action is worth ten fatigued ones".
 The fellow officer in charge knew Stark from the French
and Indian War, and left it up to him to position himself best.
On the north side of Bunker Hill was a thinly guarded rail fence
that Stark knew would be viewed by the enemy as opportunistic.
He ordered his men to "stuff the fence with straw" to present
at least the impression of a barrier. Then he rode about 80 yards 
in front of it and planted a stick marker into the ground, warning
his troops not to fire until British infantry passed the stick.
In the battle that ensued, three-fourths of British soldiers were
struck down, "all betwixt the line and the stick".
His men obeyed his order.
 Eventually, Stark and his troops would cover a retreating
fellow American regiment. Then they -- the last to remain --
began a slow, fighting retreat. Though the effort was not
a victory, the damage inflicted over a better equipped and
trained British contingent was almost as good as one
Stark was passed over for promotion again, and most of
his protests and explanations went unheeded. But his zeal
for independence kept him involved. As the the War for
Independence dragged on late into 1776, the Continental
Army was losing heart, without a victory, on the run,
enlistments ending. Gen. George Washington called
a council of war, and asked Stark's opinion going forward.
With strong words about relying on their courage and fire arms,
Stark proved the expectation of his leadership and devotion. 
Washington assigned Stark and his militia to cross the river 
and engage at Trenton at Christmas 1776, where 
his valor helped win the battle as hoped for. Encouraged,
Stark and Washington proposed using their own funds to
muster re-enlistments, and with momentum gained they
battled successfully for Princeton as well.
These victories together are considered a turning point
in the War for Independence.
The War continued, and once again Stark's military
prescience told him to watch out for trouble, this time
toward the Canadian border and Gen. Burgoyne who he
anticipated would set his sights on Fort Ticonderoga (1777)
The inept military figurehead leadership there crumbled and fled
as British soldiers approached, and they conquered it easily.
Vermont officials recognized the perilous threat, pleaded
with neighboring New Hampshire for aid. NH legislative leader
John Langdon pledged his own funds to mount a force to
retake the Fort, and called on John Stark to lead it.
Stark agreed, but only if he was responsible only to 
legislators, and NOT the fickle Continental Army.
(Above, view of Fort Ticonderoga)
With clever and inspired action, Brig. Gen. Stark led 
his soldiers toward the battle near Bennington, Vermont,
in divided attacks to feint, draw the enemy in,
then surround and cut off their retreat in a pincer move.
It was at this point, as he prepared to lead troops up
the center for the final blow, that he rousingly spurred his men 
with the quote: "There are the Red Coats and they are ours, 
or else this night Molly Stark sleeps a widow."
The battle commenced and the British lines were broken.
(This traditional patchwork quilt pattern, below, is titled 
"Burgoyne Surrounded" to celebrate these events.)
 Two surprising things happened next. First, a 500-man contingent
of German mercenaries appeared to resist. Then, as
Stark's men regrouped for a second attack, a regiment of
fresh Americans that Stark had sent for arrived.

The battle raged fiercely, but after five hours, these fresh recruits
who had been untrained and inexperienced had made
an improbable stand "for their homes, their families, 
and for their freedom."
This description reminds me strongly of the words of 
Captain Moroni in the Book of Alma from
Book of Mormon scriptures. ". . . he took a piece of [his torn coat]
and wrote upon it -- In memory of our God, our religion, and
freedom, and our peace, our wives and our children. (Alma 46:12)
(Artwork below by Brent Borup)
These courageous and effective actions shattered the plans
and determination of British John Burgoyne, leading to
full surrender at Saratoga, the beginning of the end of the War,
and persuasive evidence prompting France's support.
In very real ways, Gen. John Stark was on the scene
at the BEGINNING battles for Independence,
and then also AT PIVOTAL MOMENTS near the end.
Here in New Hampshire, the Stark name lives on,
in road signs, bridges and town names, as a Spanish American 
war fort, as a picturesque loop connecting historic sites, and more.
 Hopefully, the spirit of independence, self reliance,
preparation, foresight, leadership and determination
will also live on, even without attribution to this quiet hero.
 There is one more place we see Gen. John Stark's words
every day here. 
Shortly before he died, in 1809 a commemoration
of the Battle of Bennington was planned, and he was 
invited to travel there to speak.  Poor health did not allow it.
Instead, he prepared and sent a very quotable letter. Among his
strong words were an allusion to the threat of subversion from
within at the beginning of the movement for independence.
He cautioned all who then had the responsibility of
safeguarding liberty to maintain vigilance, to stay alert,
and "to look to their sentries."
He concluded with a tribute to all who would continue to stand
against erosion of liberties. He said, 
"Live free or die -- Death is not the worst of evils."

As members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints,
we believe we are following leadership of God's modern-day
prophets on the earth. I believe with my heart that they are
acting as our "sentries" and will help us keep living strong.

Happy Independence Day 2020!

"I lift my lamp beside the Golden Door"
                     --Emma Lazarus at Statue of Liberty

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Pacing the Pemi

Summer's official arrival allows us to pursue some of
our "check list" experiences as we already feel
how precious our remaining days are here in New Hampshire.
This week we took a day trip north to Franconia Gorge 
State Park, considered a prime waterfalls stop.
Lots of pictures to view here and a couple of video clips 
to capture the audio and movement of the Flume Brook.
But before getting to the heart of this post . . . 
. . . I share this week's flora image, one of about
a million different lush ground-covering woodland plants
that festooned the hills as we paced along the Gorge trail.
This one is "Bunchberry" dogwood, and as vibrant as its
quatrefoil leaf whorls are with the delicate miniature dogwood
blossom, this plant will knock it out of the park in autumn
when it shows instead a cluster of reddish berries.
We can count on surprising ways that the young Elder
and Sister missionaries will reach us and lift our spirits
(we sometimes call this "filling our lamps"). 
The three sisters in the beautiful trio, below, are the Bedford 2
companionship (Sisters Semadeni, Young and Evans).
Regular visitors when it's NOT COVID-restricted, these three have
seen Elder Warner's jam-packed office cubicle which includes
a large behind-glass exotic beetle specimen along with
many other insect sketches or ephemera. Late Friday evening
they sent a glee-ful voice message and video on Vince's phone
exhorting him to "look at this BUG!" and a declaration that
"we are gonna catch it for you!"

Here's a slightly-silly way our comedic lamps were filled
during our Franconia Notch out-into-the-field trip:
the odometer of my little blue Subaru Forester turned
to this five-times-over lucky number:

Got another 'clue' about the expected arrival of other
office couples this week - listed as "postponed indefinitely".
So I guess isolation and protection will continue.
Here we are in our masks, mine created and sent by
Lehi TVillage neighbor Mary Carter, and Vince's created
by me from her pattern with elastic Mary shipped out to me.
Finally got him to wear it consistently, but only 
because he thinks he is conveying his allegiance.
One twist on the isolation fallout: with my cleft-lip scar
becoming more noticeable as I age (my perception), I get
an uplift from this acceptable way to conceal my smile.

Final part of the preamble involves a REAL lamp-filling
episode and our son Cory (look closely to discover him as
'window ghost' reflection, below, as he captures Pogo watching).
Cory took Vince's Verago cycle out for a spin as part of 
his maintenance, repair and upkeep efforts. 
Gravel at the neighborhood entrance caused a moderate 
slide-out during which he re-injured his surgically-repaired 
left knee, and LOST his favorite lanyard ring holding his only
community mailbox key. Few options for replacement offered.
We prayed that the original could be found, and I was a bit
surprised that good news didn't arrive immediately.
Next day (wish I had been 'tuned-in' earlier) I had a thought
enter my mind about keys that I had packaged and put away
back last summer, once we arrived here in New Hampshire.
After a few moments of quiet mind search, I was led to where I
had safely stored them, and when extracted, the tarnished key,
above, gave me hope, though it was only vaguely identifiable.
Letting my mind explore (something I have found can prompt
inspiration), I soon realized who could help me verify.
I texted a request to friend Robin from Thanksgiving Village 
(from previous sister-minister relationships), and she texted 
back what I needed within moments. 'Does it say "National
something-or-other" on the backside?' I asked. Reply: YES.
I reported to Cory, he cancelled the box-replacement (expensive)
alternative, and within hours the FedEx overnight label 
was printed to ship the found key quickly back to Utah.

THIS JUST IN: treasured key ring found!
Word (by text) just arrived with a confirming picture.
Not sure who actually did the finding, but neighbor
and friend Carolyn Morris delivered the good news!

* * * * *
Now, onto this beautiful experience with rocks and water!
A one and one-half hours ride north on I-93 took us to the Franconia
Notch area of New Hampshire. (In the West, we might more often
use the term 'pass' or 'divide' in place of 'notch'.)
We were questing waterfalls like those we had first seen thirty
years ago when we explored in New England with toddler Kenzie. 
The "Flume Gorge" should rank near the top on any list!
We took a chance and were allowed in through "pre-registering"
with help from the on-site NH State Parks ranger, purchased
passes on my phone (this Ol' Dog's new trick), and entered
as two of the allowed 129 during the 11 am - 12 noon slot.
(Virus concerns restrict the numbers permitted in each hour.)
Walking uphill for the first leg of the trail, we could look down
on this initial attraction, a circa. 1886 covered bridge over
the Pemigewasset River (sometimes shortened to be
the Pemi - which is what the blog post name is hinting at). 
A closer-up image of this classic structure will be shared
in a future post that explores covered bridges.
Pemigewasset (pronounced acceptably two ways,
the soft 'g' as in 'George' seems to be most common:
pem-a-ja-wah-sut) is an Abenaki Indian language word
meaning "swift or rapid current".
The Flume Brook is a tributary to the Pemi.
Like hundreds of thousands of others over time, we 'paced'
the trail upward that turned from dirt and gravel into 'suspended'
wooden board walk. The gorge was formed during ancient earth
changes that transformed deeply buried molten rock
into Conway granite. As it cooled, the granite fractured . . .
. . . in a parallel fashion. Later, basalt 'dikes', also molten
and fluid, forced upward through the fissures, spreading the
cracks apart and cooling 'quickly' into fine-grained rock.
Erosion lowered Earth's surface, exposing the basalt.
As pressure was relieved, more cracks developed and
water moved into rock layers, eroding the basalt faster
than the Conway granite, deepening the gorge.  
Gorge walls rise vertically to a height of 70-90 feet,
and the channel varies in width from 12 to 20 feet across.
To get a sense of the water music accompanying
the picturesque stone, watch (and listen to) this clip:
(thanks to Cory for helping get this included here)

Quoting from the Park Service brochure: The Flume was
discovered in 1808 by 93-year-old "Aunt" Jess Guernsey when
she accidentally came upon it while fishing.
At the top of the 800 foot-long gorge is Avalanche Falls,
a 45 ft. waterfall. 
Here is another view of Avalanche Falls, from
the very top of the trail.
From there, the pathway turns northwest and away from
Flume Brook, toward Liberty Gorge formed
by nearby Cascade Brook, and then across 
a covered foot bridge called "Sentinel Pine".
This is a view from the bridge toward the emerald
Pool, and . . .
. . . from the down-steam trail, you can see the incredible
depth of green in the deep-basin pool, as well as
the footbridge above in the distance. From the brochure:
On the high cliff above the Pool,
the Sentinel Pine stood for centuries, with 
a circumference of 16 feet. Nearly 175 feet high,
the tree was one of the largest in the state.
The hurricane of 1938 uprooted the giant pine whose
trunk bridges the Pemigewasset and forms
the base for the covered bridge.
Couldn't resist another view of the Pool.
The entire walking loop through the Flume and back 
to the Visitor Center by way of the Pool is two miles,
and takes approx. 1.25 hours to complete.
The descent (with some uphill, too) follows
Wildwood path where there are some glacial
erratics to investigate, but we found ourselves
entranced by the tenacious trees. Here are a few
examples, including this hemlock with reaching roots
that grasp the boulder on which it germinated, even
to the point of reaching up and over the top 
on its quest to find anchorage and nourishment.
And another, planting itself on a nearly vertical
face of the granite outcropping, and growing there
more or less successfully.
In the afternoon, beginning the drive south toward home,
we stopped at "Baby Gorge" at the Basin, 
a trail without an entrance fee. We found it beautiful 
in its own right, with the musical Cascade Brook
gliding through chutes and channels much closer at hand
View this brief video clip to be entranced with the lyric
action and sound, just as we were!


At one point, the brook tumbles into a natural 'pot hole',
then topples into more cascades and miniature gorges.
The interesting rock formation seen at middle ground here . . .
. . . can be seen much better from the opposite trail side,
from which vantage the "Old Man's Foot" nickname makes
much more sense. FYI, Franconia Notch State Park
is the location of the mountain side from which
the rock silhouette called "Old Man of the Mountain"
formerly could be seen - it has fallen off.
"
At the bottom of the Basin trail, Vince decided his achy
feet needed a refreshing soak, so he sat and took off
shoes and socks, and invited me to follow.
I deferred . . . but then near the parking lot, as we began 
to trail away from the brook, the table rock formation 
beckoned, and even I took off my shoes and enjoyed 
a bare-toes dip in the shockingly-cold water. 
I'm reporting here that it definitely DID soothe!

In the days ahead, we hope you can likewise find
something to comfort and revitalize your spirits.
It's a historic time. Take care!