Honoring Daddy : Trip to SD

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Trip to SD

Here is some pictures from our trip to South Dakota. Our friends hosted a 2 day WW2 reanactment. (http://www.livinghistoryadventures.org/) On the way back home we stopped at Laura Ingalls Wilders house in Mansfield, MO. I had a wonderful time on our trip!!

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AnonymousSeptember 23, 2009 at 3:46 PM
Wow, that looks like it was lots of fun!
<3 you!
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RebekahSeptember 24, 2009 at 7:41 AM
Oh that sounds so great,I love WW2 stuff! and I've always wanted to visit the Laura Ingalls Wilder place...I know it must have been sooo fun!
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The Homespun Dress

Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride,
Than glittering wealth or fame.

We envy not the Northern girl,
Her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck,
And pearls bedeck her hair,

Chorus ---- Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the sunny South so dear;
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear!

The homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat's palmetto too;
But then it shows what Southern girls
For Southern rights will do.
We send the bravest of our land,
To battle with the foe
And we will lend a helping hand ---
We love the South, you know.

Chorus.

Now Northern goods are out of date;
And since old Abe's blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With good that's Southern made.
We send our sweethearts to the war;
But, dear girls, never mind ---
Your soldier-love will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.

Chorus.

The soldier is the lad for me --
A brave heart I adore;
And when the sunny South is free,
And when fighting is no more,
I'll choose me then a lover brave
From all that gallant band;
The soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.

Chorus.

The Southern land's a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause;
Then cheer, three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys!
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with a grace.

Chorus.

And now, young man, a word to you:
If you would win the fair,
Go to the field where Honor calls,
And win your lady there.
Remember that our brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those
Who fill a soldier's grave.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Trip to SD

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