They began to grow in freedom as their crops grew by the sweat of their brow. They recognized a mans quenchless desire for respect and dignity and they accepted freedom as a sign and a mark of the presence of God. That was my family tradition. It was a part of me. It still is. We were in our American origin refugees of tyranny because of our faith in God and man. We were immigrants for freedom. We were tough enough. cantankerous enough of body. mind. and spirit not to knuckle down and surrender to circumstances but get up and go on to a better deal. We abandoned a wormy past for a bright future.
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