Appomattox Court House

After packing up all our camping gear at Paradise Lake on 5/15, we headed with the J-Crew, Dan, and Brendan to Appomattox, which is just a stone’s throw away from Spout Spring.

L to R: Brendan, Piper, Houston, Jax, Asher, Gabriel, & Zeke get punchy after a fun-filled weekend of camping & doing history in beautiful rural Virginia.

The tourism billboards leading to historic Appomattox Court House had me a bit concerned about the propaganda factor of the national park we were about to visit. I don’t remember the exact verbiage, but they touted something about how it was there that a country divided became reunified again. Uh, really?!

If you hadn’t noticed, America couldn’t be more disjointed, bifurcated, and split on most everything, from free speech to safe spaces, bathrooms to healthcare, marriage to gender, guns to schooling, faith to atheism, race to rape, mob rule to individualism, stewardship to environmentalism, and truth to suspension of reality. It’s scary.

But it wasn’t just happenstance that this is how the nation has unfolded. I would be so bold as to say this actually roots back to the Union winning the War Between the States and forcing perpetual nationhood on sovereign states, who are made up of very diverse peoples.

The McLean House where, on April 9, 1865, C.S.A .Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia to U.S. Gen. Ulysses S. Grant. However, this is the not actual house. In 1893, Yankee speculators dismantled the house in hopes of taking it to Washington as a war museum. The money-making scheme failed, & the house was eventually rebuilt to its original specifications on site.

South from North. Midwest from West. Southwest from Northeast. Northwest from Southeast. East Coast from West Coast. Americans and the regions they call home have always been vastly from one another.

Different cultures. Different food. Different accents. Different faiths. Different guiding principles. And sometimes, we don’t like each other very much. And that’d be okay, if we weren’t forced to try to be indivisible and monolithic.

After all, at the founding, we were referred to as “These” United States of America. This reinforced this assumptive separateness and took a healthy jab at a central authority.

For the majority of the Founders (save Alexander Hamilton, John Marshall, and their pro-federalist ilk), the union was a contingent thing — a voluntary compact based upon divided sovereignty, checks and balances, a central government limited to only a few powers delegated to it by the states, and negative rights.

Here’s the parlor of the McLean House where the generals met, Lee in the desk on the left w/ his aid, C.S.A. Lt. Col. Charles Marshall, & Grant on the right w/ some 14 U.S. officers. But what was actually signed? A military surrender, & this is very important, since the Confederate government never surrendered. But even if it had wanted to — which it didn’t, as many Confederates wanted to keep fighting a guerrilla campaign — the U.S. would probably not have accepted. To do so would have given the C.S.A. legal legitimacy both domestically and internationally. So, why was a treaty not signed? Sure, the Confederacy has the trappings of an authentic government, like raising armies & taxes, but treaties are signed between two sovereigns, & the Yankees would never concede the existence of something it held in such disdain.

But the feds are a “general government,” as historian Brion McClanahan aptly describes the feds. It was meant for and Constitutionally written as such solely for general purposes only, those being only commerce and defense.

Obviously, the general government has always been forcing and promoting the union mentality of these disparate regions and peoples for their own gain. Just check out Hamilton’s actions (not his words) in pushing for a powerful general government and weak states. He was one cunning, duplicitous dude.

“Still a Union that can only be maintained by swords and bayonets, & in which strife & civil war are to take the place of brotherly love & kindness, has no charm for me.” — Robert E. Lee

The federalists always wanted the country to be a homogeneous blob, a nation-state which now spans four time zones and two oceans, and includes 320+ million people. No wonder there’s so much division and angst. Empires just aren’t natural or healthy.

The kids sprint across a field due west, toward the Lafayette Meeks’ grave. It was just beyond this point that the final battle of the War of Northern Aggression began to wage @ dawn on the morning of April 9, 1865. Even after fleeing their defenses @ the besieged city Petersburg & fighting battles along the way of Lee’s bloody retreat, the Army of Northern Virginia originally outnumbered the Union cavalry at Appomattox. But eventually, U.S. infantry arrived. Moreover, the Yankees had also captured & destroyed supply trains @ the Battle of Appomattox Station the day prior, cutting off both military rations & food from the Confederates. Lee was encircled. “Then there is nothing left for me to do, but to go & see General Grant,” he said, “& I would rather die a thousand deaths.” But he surrendered his once-mighty regiment & set the stage for other Confederate leaders & their beleaguered units to do the same.

So, why all this talk about the Founding? Because Lincoln is the one who took the dream of the federalist statists and brought it to fruition. He once and for all, answered the question of secession in the negative, say the “experts.” Of course, I vehemently beg to differ.

“I cannot trust a man to control others who cannot control himself.” — Robert E. Lee

Unfortunately, Lincoln shared the philosophy of Daniel Webster, whose “Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable” speech in 1830 had a lasting impact on the would-be president in his formative years. Lincoln’s eventual usurpation of power, authority, and law roots back to this obsessive sentiment of unity, no matter the cost.

As Alexander Stephens, vice president of the Confederate States of America, said: “The Cause of the South is now the Cause of all [Americans].” In other words, if the South took a stand, many other states may follow the leadership. After all, it was some Northern states in the 1860s that first talked of secession.

The dudes act silly (shocking!) in & around the privy behind the McLean House. Piper & Gabriel are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had too much sense to get involved in all these shenanigans & are reading the historic literature w/ their parents instead … ha, doubt it!

And today, California bandies about the notion of separating into five sovereign regions, and you sometimes hear the sentiments of peaceful separation in places, like North Carolina, Texas, and even Vermont. Nobody likes to be told what to do from a distant capital, unless, they’re the one calling the shots.

And that’s where we’re at today: people vying for power in order to coerce the masses, since ours is a country “united” under duress. Our collapsing society is proof that Lincoln’s “A house divided against itself cannot stand” has failed miserably.

The 16th president who is lauded almost universally (save for libertarians like me and historians like Tom DiLorenzo) set the precedent for mob rule. Today’s progressive hordes think they know what’s right for me. Or they just want to kill me. And these benevolent tyrants learned from the best despot of all. Thanks, Lincoln.

The gang explores (& even does a little butt-shaking groove) around the village of Appomattox Court House. Originally known as Clover Hill, the settlement consisted of only a few houses, a tavern, a store, a courthouse, a jail, & a law office. It was initially established as a town because it was a stopping-off point on the integral Richmond-Lynchburg Stage Road.

I’m not saying that the Confederacy would have been perfect. After all, it was a government, of which I’m no fan. And C.S.A. president, Jefferson Davis, was opposed to nullification, which I think is the proper moral and legal remedy to an overreaching government.

But it would have been better to break the ties peacefully. Let the Union be, let the Southern states sink or swim on their own, let slavery wither on the vine, as it was a dying institution anyway, and let the chips fall where they may.

No bloodshed. No “total war” strategy of Sherman. No murderous and destructive “scorched earth” policy. No horrific Reconstruction. No coercion. And way less animosity and revenge-lust between people, both Yankees and Rebels, and black and white.

Inside the tavern, printing presses were set up to issue parole papers for Confederate troops. Three days after the surrender, 10 divisions of Lee’s army (some 23,000 soldiers) stacked their arms along the Richmond-Lynchburg Stage Road, symbolizing a final end to the war. Two days later, Lincoln was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth, who shouted “Sic semper tyranus” as he leapt from the balcony of Ford’s Theater. History’s a bitch, ain’t it?!

I’ll leave you with the words of a famous libertarian essayist and social critic, from his prophetic1930 satirical work, The Calamity of Appomattox:

” … the tradition that the Union is indissoluble is now firmly established. If it had been broken in 1865, life would be far pleasanter today for every American of any noticeable decency. There are, to be sure, advantages in Union for everyone, but it must be manifest that they are greatest for the worst kinds of people. All the benefit that a New Yorker gets out of Kansas is no more than what he might get out of Saskatchewan, the Argentine pampas, or Siberia. But New York to a Kansan is not only a place where he may get drunk, look at dirty shows & buy bogus antiques; it is also a place where he may enforce his dunghill ideas upon his betters.” — H.L. Mencken

Oh my. Sound familiar?! Man, secession never sounded so good.

Twitchy mama & the time thieves

Being a mom can be so doggone hard sometimes, and walking that line between disciplinarian and grace-giver is a bumpy and imperfect ride. We must nurture, but not shelter. Kiss boo-boos, but not coddle. Give consequences, but not forget second chances. Teach, but not demand.

Miss Stacey snaps this pic when she took Gabriel, Gavan, Zeke, Matthew, & Nick2 to the park for sunny-day shenanigans. (Houston missed out because he & Daddy were @ baseball practice.) She also treated the crew to hotdogs @ Mount Gethsemane Church & fro-yo @ Coolie’s. Thanks, neighbor!

And I’m supposed to do all this while dealing with my own inadequacies and depravations. Sheesh. A recent Desiring God blog said it this way: “Being a parent doesn’t mean I’ve graduated from His school, but that now I am in one of the most intensive courses.”

Ain’t that the truth?! And we Christians and a lovers of liberty often feel like we’re in the the trenches of raising up the next generation of warriors in this topsy-turvy world. This post-modern world is the devil’s playground. People are no longer just moral relativists or deniers of objective truth: the mobs have actually become repudiators of reality.

But I know Christ has already won the war. And I know that God will equip and strengthen me for all battles, big and small. Still, all that daily disciplining, all that minutiae can really suck the life right out of you, if you let it.

Houston might have had to miss out on a few fun Saturday outings due to baseball practice, but he did get to the walk the field @ the Grasshoppers game.

Fortunately, I’m not a safety zealot. I slather (supposedly) carcinogenic sunscreen on my kids. I let them occasionally pig out on candy, processed food, and soda. We don’t eat a diet free of gluten, red dye, trans fats, or GMOs. I sometimes let them watch too much TV. We often stay up too late and almost always sleep in. And that’s all okay by me.

I’d rather lead a more chill life than kill myself trying to meet all these modern expectations. We’re all on that reluctant, yet inevitable march to death anyway. What does irk me, though, is people intentionally wasting my time. I’ve mentioned our slow-schooling ways before and our struggles with that.

And I’m sure I’ve written about the trials the boys (but mostly Gabriel and Zeke, admittedly) have with time management. I told them the other day that I’d rather have spare time more than be a millionaire, although the latter could buy me a personal assistant, a chef, and a chauffeur; that’d be nice.

Karaoke night @ the local sports bar: After Nick2 & Gabriel sang an impressive rendition of “Uptown Funk” (who knew there were so many naughty words in that song?!), all the dudes + Stephen perform “Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2.” We don’t need no education …

Point is I spend so much reinforcing the little stuff, like “wash your hands, brush your teeth, wipe your butt, shut the door, don’t talk with your mouth full, don’t interrupt, don’t hang on the towel rack, don’t run in the house, keep your hand out of your pants, don’t throw boogers on the floor,” etc., that I’m often too worn out to handle the big stuff with any aplomb, grace, or even maturity. It’s exhausting.

Moreover, all that reminding and reinforcing (I like to call this having to “cattle-prod the kids”) of three separate people forces me to have to multi-task my thoughts and tasks — something that even a youthful Rebecca with her much healthier brain would have trouble accomplishing.

Oh yeah, and did I mention that los gemelos still have tantrums on occasion?! Sure, the episodes aren’t as lengthy or as often as those of the toddler years, but they are intense nonetheless. More importantly, tantrums should really be a rare-to-nonexistent occurrence by the time you’re 7 and a half. I mean, c’mon!

Batter up! Summerfield baseball has been a serious time commitment for the family … & that’s just for one kid! But it has been a wonderful experience for Houston, who has come amazingly far w/ his skills. I’ve also learned way more “inside baseball” than I was ever aware existed. Seriously, who knew there were so many rules?!

Although Houston usually has stellar time-management skills and doesn’t typically have major meltdowns, he is known to pick relentlessly on his little bros, if the mood strikes. Frustrating thing is it always seems that this happens when Gabe and Zeke are exhibiting calm or good behavior. What’s up with that?

I know it’s probably some kinda “I’m exerting my power of these dudes just ’cause I can” sibling thing, but it is so lame! And so unnecessary. I mean, c’mon!

All this, of course, makes for one twitchy Rebecca. My nature already tends toward the high-strung, so this is not a good place to be: more scatter-brained, more frazzled, and twitchier than ever. Breathe deeply, mama … you got this.

The other day, Stephen was bummed out about a minor inconvenience while running an errand with Zeke, and I offered him some sage advice: make the best of it, and enjoy the one-on-one time with your son.

And here I have endless time with my kids, getting to witness their youth up close, personal, and daily, so I know I need to lighten up and appreciate the greatest show on earth, even if our days are peppered with unnecessary annoyances. After all, I do have the best seat in the house.

Gabriel reads to Piper during our camping excursion to Spout Spring, Virginia. You gotta do something on those slow-poke mornings when it’s chilly willy & taking forever to get the water boiling for coffee. Thanks for entertaining the crew, G-man!

So yes, I must remain sternly vigilant in my parenting or else the freight train that is the 3 Amigos will run me over flat. But I also must not forget to handle this in a more consistently compassionate and patient way, with way more humor, and way less bitterness. That will lead to a more reliably calm and peaceful home.

James 3:18 says, “Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.” But man oh man, does that reaping seem like such a distant thing. It sometimes even feels like an impossibility. But I know I need to just keep pouring in the love and encouraging wisdom and know that the only thing I can control is me. The rest is up to God.

Granny inspired the boys to write me a Mother’s Day note by explaining “Why we love Mommy.” Zeke wrote, “You are nice. She helps me when I’m stuck.” Houston said,”She’s generous and a good teacher.” Gabriel wrote, “I love everything about you. You are silly.” And then they all concluded, “She loves Jesus.”

Piper stores bread in her hood (which was Miss Christie’s ingenious idea), so we can use it as bait to fish in Paradise Lake. Zeke will go on to catch a few sticks & other odds & ends, but man, does that kid have the vigilant, yet patient persona needed to be a good angler.

Turns out that I’m doing okay after all. Thank you, Lord, for covering my kids from all my inadequacies and giving me the heart to know and do what’s right in your eyes … well, at least, some of the time.

I’m still trying my best to create more simplicity in our busy schedule, but that can obviously be a hard thing to do with three kids. I mean, just getting them all to church in one piece and on time can be a major undertaking.

We are considering not doing Awana next school year. Even though it is an incredible Bible study and has been a true blessing for the kids over the past three years, I think nixing it from the calendar may be one of the things required to achieve that peace and ease I’m striving for.

Together again. Funny how all my pics of “Big Hashy” are blurry & amped up beyond belief. See, Piper back there? She knows my judgment of these two hooligans is spot on.

Plus, I would love to have more free time to do whatever the heck we want, perhaps not having so many things on our schedule to begin with, so that we don’t feel like we have to squeeze in a spot for relaxation or random fun, or push to some later time spur-of-the-moment discussions on silly or deep topics. Having time for going off on tangents is a good thing.

Moreover, there’s talk of the twins playing competitive baseball this fall. And that means a doubling of practices and games if they’re on the same team, and a tripling if they end up making separate teams. And being that Zeke has gotten pretty skilled by practicing with Houston, I think the latter is more likely.

That’s a whole lotta baseball. So I told my little “time thieves” that unless they become more considerate of the family schedule and better managers of their own time, their baseball dreams ain’t gonna happen. I really hope and pray that they pull it together this summer.

Mr. Dan, our favorite South African, teaches Gabriel about proper casting technique. Of course, catching an actual fish is an elusive thing, but it sure is neat to try.

Speaking of baseball, Houston’s team is in the midst of playoffs. With only one loss in the regular season, they started things off in first place, lost a game by just a few points on Wednesday, but then demolished their opponents on Friday. Fingers crossed for a happy end to a really awesome season. Go, Tigers!

Houston also got selected by his coaches to represent his team in something called the Coaches’ Select Tournament. Extra teams are made up of a few players from each team and from each league. This will entail a few practices and then 3 to 4 games in mid-June. It’s no cost, so it’s really just extra baseball for the love of the game.

Houston’s rec league got to walk the perimeter of the Grasshoppers’ field before a game — kind of a big deal for an 8-year-old baseball fan. Funny thing is we arrived at the stadium at 5:15, but the game didn’t start till … 8:10 (gasp!) due to rain delay. “Classic Dillingham,” as Stephen would say.

Logan, Dan, & Stephen pose (hesitantly, of course) for a dad-only shot while @ Paradise. Thanks for always cooking such delicious eats for everyone during our camping exploits!

There were plenty of friends for the kids hang with while we bided our time, but we all had low blood sugar ’cause were hungry. If the game got cancelled, we wanted to go out to eat downtown and not pay for overpriced ballpark food.

There was also some intermittent kid whining and maybe even a dash of mommy complaining (since you know how protective I am of my scarce spare time). But despite the l-o-n-g waiting game, it turned out to be a nice family outing, and the Hoppers won!

Odd thing about our lifestyle is that uninformed people always comment that kids need to go traditional school in order to be properly socialized. Yet, our social calendar is always jam-packed with a myriad of outings, hangouts, and travels.

See, even a twitchy mama can have some fun! I always tell the boys, the more efficiently we manage our tasks, the more spare time we’ll have to experience adventures, like plunging into an icy cold lake in rural Virginia.

Like as I write this part of the blog, I’m at the park with Matthew (who’s not even my child) while my kids are around the corner at Miss Julie’s for a piano party. We have an hour to kill before Houston’s tournament games, so the five us plan to grab a pre-baseball dinner en route to the fields.

And this all come at the tail-end of a full day on home education, complete with two meals, chores, and one kid tantrum. No wonder I’m so twitchy. At least I’m getting to blog while poor Matthew plays by himself. Oh well, that was the the deal, and we’re sticking to it … ain’t nobody messing with my prized free time!

We hosted a Memorial Day party in which Stephen cooked all the food, and I did all the cleaning. He wanted to make brisket for a few of his favorite co-workers, but ended up doing a spread of different other meats, since the store was out of brisket. (That was the “minor inconvenience” mentioned earlier.)

If it wasn’t for this guy, Adam — as well as his two bros, Mike & Steven — my Stephen & I never would have met! So glad to reconnect w/ one of my oldest & dearest buds @ Mike’s 40th birthday bash. (P.S. Yeah, I know I gotta work on having a steadier selfie hand.)

The backyard bash was a great success, of course, ’cause that man can cook! He’s so serious about his food that he had to start grilling at midnight before the party to make sure everything was done to perfection. Yummy!

We also invited our friends, Jim, Penny, and Tyrnan, as well as a slew of our awesome neighbors. It was a shindig of international proportions, since Penny’s from Australia, and Stephen’s work pals, Dan and Gabriel, are from South Africa and Romania, respectively. We joked about having people where flags of their home country, but that might’ve been weird.

Our clan had a much-needed low-key camping excursion with the J-Crew, and Dan and his son, Brendan. It was a weekend thing up in Spout Spring, Virginia, at a chill campground called Paradise Lake.

Highlights were fishing, some light hiking, swimming in the frigid lake and taking on the steep sliding board out in its depths, and waxing philosophical and political around the the fire — a perennial camping favorite of ours.

The 3 Amigos & their beloved piano teacher, Miss Julie, @ today’s recital, which was Gabriel & Zeke’s first! Great performances, fellas … also proof that all my boys can indeed exhibit boat loads of self-control, maturity, class, & style.

Tricia and Jeremy had the family over for a nice meal. While the 3 Amigos played video games and Apples to Apples, and watched “The Office” with Bret and Bella, the adults smoked cigars and discussed spiritual and political topics. I love having good friends with whom we can engage in these types of conversations.

And just today, we returned from Mike’s 40th birthday celebration in Hickory. It was a cowboy-themed soirée complete with the honky-tonk music of Mike & the Moonpies. The boys swam (while paid babysitters kept an eye all the kiddos!) as Stephen and I danced, feasted on margaritas, Texas-flavored fare, and cigars, and just relaxed … twitch-free!

It was Mike and his bros, Adam and Steven, who introduced Stephen and me, so this bash was also a reunion of sorts. Adam was visiting from his home base of Austin, and Mike and his wife, Anah, just recently moved to Hickory. We had hung with the Steven, Paige, and Owen in the fall, but we hadn’t seen the rest of the gang in many years.

The 3 Amigso were the first in the pool & the last out @ Mike’s party, which also featured piñatas, an inflatable waterslide, sweet treats galore, & tons of new friends! They had a blast swimming, even though I forgot their goggles. I explained that if their packing had been a calmer, more focused endeavor (not requiring parental cattle-prodding), Mommy would’ve had the brain power to remember their beloved eye wear.

We talked old times, caught up on new times, even got a late-summer camping trip in the works, and simply enjoyed watching all our offspring play. It was truly a grand ol’ time!

Last but certainly not least, Houston had his two-year eye checkup. When we last saw the ophthalmologist, he had explained that it’s common for kids with Horner’s Syndrome to eventually need glasses.

Well, amazingly, Houston has 20/20 vision! And the doc even said that he doesn’t have to come back EVER, unless, of course, there’s some reason we think Houston’s vision is worsening. Nothing like yet another one of my kids bucking the medical stats. God is good.

Mountain Top Youth Camp

The 3 Amigos made their annual trek to homeschool “summer” camp, where they got to spend five days and four nights sleeping in a cabin in the woods with their buddies. Stephen and I had a couple nice dates while they were gone. I also did a major spring cleaning/organizational overhaul of the house and caught up on sleep (of course).

As always, the dudes shower little and play a lot, and always come home with grand stories of sunny adventures and fostered friendships. This excellent camp has been teaching kids about Jesus and nurturing an appreciation for recreation and the outdoors for 51 years. My boys sure do have a blast up there on Sauratown Mountain!

Mr. Paul, their camp counselor, just so happened to be a news photographer, so he captured lots of cool action pics with his fancy-shmancy camera. Here are some of my favorites shots from the boys’ fun-filled week at camp in Pinnacle, NC. Enjoy!

Houston is in an alliance with his pal, Gray, while playing a fierce round of gaga — their favorite game from camp.

Zeke borrows his friend Will’s journal & draws funny pictures in it for him. He says his stinky socks were from the day before & that the cabin crew had just gotten back from Bible study @ chapel.

Gabriel hits the heck out of a baseball filled w/ shaving cream. Check out that look of concentration on his face … that’s some serious baseball playing.

While standing in a line, which homeschoolers are admittedly terrible @ doing, Gabriel yells raucously for his team during the sponge race. “Woot woot!”

The goal of the game, explains Gabriel, is to try to get as much water as possible into a bucket via these giant soaked sponges.

“How in the world are we going to make this work?” question the older, more skeptical kids. “And here I thought camp was going to be a break from all the thinking I normally do,” ponders Houston. “Sheesh.”

The 3 Amigos happily play shipwreck, which is kind of like a counting game, where you have to sit with the number of people the counselor calls out. If you’re left standing, you lose.

“He’s always with the girls,” explain the twins about their handsome big bro. “They’re always grabbing me & pulling me down,” Houston says about the chicks. Uh oh.

Gabriel’s just being cool while playing shipwreck w/ his friends. “I was always with these two,” he says of the dudes on the left.

Gabriel is getting into the obstacle-course-type game, Indiana Jones, & trying his best to get the ball into the treasure bucket.

Zeke’s team, the Hungry Treasure Hunters, battles the Blood-Thirsty Indians during the Indiana Jones competition. Not a very PC game by the sounds of it … ha, good!

Zeke sprints to the next obstacle, trying to escape from his arch enemies, the Blood-Thirsty Indians. Too funny.

In this action-packed shot, Zeke says he’s diving to safe his life. Wow.

Last but not least, Zeke leaps to score a win for the Hungry Treasure Hunters. Way to go, team!