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It's Not Just Another Holiday!

 

It's all about YOUR freedom and MY freedom!

 

It's about the freedom our Friends, Fathers and Forefathers fought and died for. It's about the freedom to worship as we choose. It's about the freedom to be schooled, to work, to own a home, to have an auto to drive, to have a place to bathe in clean water, to have food on our tables, to have a vacation now and then and so much more.

 

These are things many of us take for granted each day.

Had it not been for the sacrifices made for us, we may NOT be enjoying those freedoms.

So, don't forget to give thanks for each freedom you enjoy.

Be careful who you vote for, lest those freedoms be taken away at any time. Be watchful of all around you and participate when you can in public matters and make a difference. If we each do our small part , we can keep the liberty which was given to us as a gift with a very high price tag.    Rosie Beth

 

A Patriot Remembered - - by Antonie

Every 4th of July I think of the ideals my family may have held when they arrived in Philadelphia from France on September 28, 1733. The French family records indicate the Vautrins were Hugenots. That fact does not surprise me as the ideal of sacrifice was courageously upheld in the Wyoming Valley of Luzerne County, Pennsylvania on July 3, 1778. This memorial is dedicated to one man who left his descendents a lasting legacy of idealism which emphasized what it takes to maintain personal freedom. He is my fifth great grandfather, John William Woodring (Vautrin) (1738-7/3/1778).

John Williamís remains lay buried for over 50 years in a common grave holding the remains of 83 of the 164 Patriots killed in the Battle of Wyoming. The men were buried quickly after the battle in a farmerís field which was plowed year after year for over 50 years. In the early 1820ís concerned citizens and descendents of the Wyoming Patriots formed a committee to work on geographically locating the patriotsí remains. Plans were made to erect a monument in their memory. In 1829 they were located. In 1833 the remains were exhumed and placed in the vault that would eventually lie beneath the Wyoming Monument located at Wyoming Avenue, U.S. Route 11 in Wyoming, Pennsylvania.

The Wyoming Patriots were farmers, young and old who had pledged to be prepared to play any role they may be asked in order to preserve their home, posterity, and freedom to carry on as free men. At the end of the battle, not one stalk of corn stood. All of the homes had been burned by the British and the Indians. My great grandmother, Christina Kocher-Woodring fled with her five children, one of whom was Daniel, my fourth great grandfather (Daniel Washburn's account, 1848).

I have so little to tell me what John William was like. I know he was born December 21, 1738 to Abraham Vautrin and Anna Mertz in White Hall, Lehigh, Pennsylvania. He was a lifetime member of the Egypt Reformed Church where Abraham, his father was an elder. In 1747, Abraham represented the Egypt Reformed Church in the Philadelphia Coetus. This tells me they maintained unwavering loyalty to certain ideals. Clearly, John William had a home, land, many children and was faithful in caring for his family. That was obvious in that part of the reason he lost his life was to protect all that he cherished. When I think of John William and the many others who perished that day it tells me that what they believed was so strong they were willing to die for it. There was a collective community thought about what this was. Do we have that ideal today?

Many Pastors from the Wilkes-Barre area attended the memorial service for the Wyoming Patriots. Rev. Dr. James May of the Protestant Episcopal Church gave the Eulogy in honor of the slain men (George Peck, D.D., 1858). ďWhen upward of fifty years have gone, we are in quiet possession of this valley. The sun in his daily journey looks upon a few spots on which the Creator has combined more of the materials necessary for earthly happiness. No object of price in general can be gained without painstaking and sacrifice. The independence of our common country was not secured without a long and toilsome struggle. This valley, so rich in soil, so lovely in scenery, could not be possessed securely till the sacrifice was made, and that, too, of blood. The hands that more than half a century ago first struck the axe into the forests that had for ages shadowed these plains, lie mingled with the dust. The troubles of those times, when the Indians descended upon this valley, were borne by heads that are pillowed beneath the soil. See, fellow-citizens, the sacrifice which was made by the first civilized tenants of this valley. The grave containing their bones is uncovered before you. You see for yourselves the marks of the tomahawk and scalping-knife on the heads which are uncovered, after having rested for more than fifty years. Peace be in this grave Ė sacred be the memory of them that sleep here.

Freedom demands responsibility. We have freedom that came with a price. It would behoove all of us to realize that freedom should be afforded to all men not only in this country but everywhere in the world. There are many countries that are not free because they are being plundered for their resources. We have freedom by the grace of God and acts of brave men who believed it was a God-given right. We cannot proclaim freedom at the same time we are usurping that freedom to gain what they have. True freedom is teaching others to be self-sufficient.

Behold, I shew you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Yeshua. I Corinthians 15: 52-57.

Thank you grandfather for your sacrifice. Your legacy will live on.   

Antonie
 

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