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Old Glory

Submitted by retired Petty Officer Jim Cava, United States Navy



You are the most superlative most significant

Most sublime most singular most sacred flag in the world.

Your elegant and ever-meaningful colors symbolize

The true meaning of Americanism and American Patriotism.

RED defines Courage Zeal The Lifeblood of Patriotic Americans

WHITE defines Purity in Word and Deed Cleanness of Life Rectitude of Conduct

BLUE defines Faith in God Truth Loyalty Friendship.


You are the symbol of:

The land of the free and the home of the brave

The Greatest Nation in the World



You are the symbol of:

The fundamental and undeniable principles for which America stands:

HONOR - To be Good LIBERTY - To be Free

EQUALITY - To be One JUSTICE - To be Fair HUMANITY - To be Kind


You are the symbol of:

Our Declaration of Independence

To which we hold these truths to be self-evident

That all people are created equal

That all people are made one and the same

With a Heart and a Soul! - A Body and a Mind!

That all people are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights

That among these rights are:

LIFE - The right for us to Live

LIBERTY - The right for us to be Free

And the pursuit of HAPPINESS - The right for us to be Happy


You are the symbol of:

Our Constitution

The basic instrument of our government

And the supreme law of our land

That was founded upon the essential rights of all people

And which is the embodiment of democratic principles

With the promise that those essential rights will be respected and protected.


You are the symbol of:

Our Righteous and Almighty Creator

The Honorable / Patriotic Americans who founded our country

Devoted Parents and Teachers

Commendable Veterans

Dedicated Police Officers and Fire Fighters

Dependable First Aid and Ambulance Personnel

The Mentally and Physically Challenged

Younger Americans and Senior Citizens

Honest Workers and Selfless Volunteers

Honorable Americans and Upright Citizens


You are the symbol of:

Our true American Patriots

Our true American Heroes.

The brave American men and women

Made up of all races, colors and creeds,

Who gave and who are giving unselfishly of themselves in service to our country

To help us - And to protect us

Our basic rights and the basic rights of all people

And to defend our country and the principles for which she stands.


You are the symbol of:

The bravest and the greatest Armed Forces in the world

The United States

Navy Marine Corps Army

Air Force Coast Guard National Guard


You are the symbol of:

The bravest and the greatest Public Safety in the world

The Police Department Fire Department

First Aid and Ambulance Corps of the United States.


You are the symbol of:

All the Honorable / Patriotic Americans

Who answered the call of duty.

Who served our country to preserve and defend

The principles for which she stands.


You are the symbol of:

The Honorable / Patriotic Americans of

The Revolutionary War The War of 1812 The Mexican War

The Civil War The Spanish-American War

World War I World War II

The Korean War The Vietnam War Desert Storm

Bay of Pigs Beirut Bosnia Desert Fox Granada Haiti

Operation Allied Force Panama Persian Gulf Saudi Arabia.


You are the symbol of:

Our unsung American Hero

"The Honorable / Patriotic American Woman."

Who served our country with steadfast devotion

Not only in the Armed Forces of our United States, but also in civilian life.

Who through her bounty of abiding strength and gentle courage

Has mothered and safeguarded:

Honor, Liberty, Equality, Justice and most assuredly Humanity.


You are the symbol of:

Our extraordinary American Patriots

Our extraordinary American Heroes.

The thousands upon thousands of American Prisoners Of War

Who suffered - And who died, mercilessly at the hands of the enemy.

And the many who never came home.


You are the symbol of:

The hundreds and hundreds of thousands of Honorable / Patriotic Americans

Who sacrificed their lives, their loves, and their possessions

For our country in the line of duty.

You are the symbol of:

Their suffering and death - Blood, sweat and tears.

You are the symbol of:

The reality they have made for you and me, and millions upon millions

Of Americans to possess a magnificent birthright and the bountiful satisfaction

Of living in a country that is free and just.

You are the symbol of:

Their supreme patriotism and our everlasting gratitude.

You are


[Retired Petty Officer Jim Cava,
United States Navy]

Love and pride in our nation
found together

By Mike Fak

[SEPT. 17, 2001]  When a person becomes 53 years old, it is common to believe you have seen it all and felt it all. I was like that. I was like that until 9-14-01. You may think I have just written the wrong date on this article, but I havenít. Last Friday afternoon, my wife, Sharon, and I were two of the more than 1,000 ó heck, it may have been 1,500 ó Lincoln and Logan County residents who met on the Broadway Street side of the county courthouse to honor the fallen Americans in New York and Washington, D.C.

I have been to other memorial services on those grounds before, but I have never met nor felt the tide of emotion I witnessed and became a part of on this afternoon. It started when over 200 veterans, policemen, firemen and emergency services technicians marched from City Hall to the steps of the courthouse. Slowly an applause for all these men and women began and then grew until everyone joined in a continuous response of appreciation to our own local heroes, who far too often are forgotten or ignored.


As they walked by, you could see them all stand a little straighter, walk a little brisker. Many of them had tears welling in their eyes, but it wasnít a cause for shame, since most of those applauding had tears in their eyes as well. Perhaps these special people were emotional because they were thinking of their fallen comrades. Maybe they were just like all of us, and the events of the past few days again had jumped up and grabbed them. Maybe, just maybe, they were emotional because they understood that what they have done, what they do and will do, was being honored by so many of their friends and neighbors.



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The afternoon was a continuation of a national healing process ó a process that has been duplicated in thousands of cities with millions of Americans in the last few days.

 In the last few days I have found myself crying at the strangest of moments ó just driving down Kickapoo, or watching the kids leave the high school, or now while I am trying to type out my emotions into words. Seeing so many others with pride in their hearts and mist in their eyes made me feel better. It made me realize I have never been alone in my love and my pride and my beliefs in not only my nation but my fellow Americans.

 A terrible thing has happened in America. It isnít something that happened to New Yorkers or Washingtonians. It is something that has happened to all of us. It is something that will be with us, our children and our grandchildren as long as there is a country called America.

Friday afternoon Logan County was not a group of Republicans or Democrats. We didnít define ourselves with words like Asian, Afro, German or Italian in front of the word American. Instead we were as we always should have been. We were all Americans.

I have never been prouder of being a member of this community than I was Friday afternoon. I have never been prouder of this country and the people who make it what is than I am right now. Many of you tell me you feel the same way. Isnít it sad that it took this horrendous tragedy for all of us to understand what it is to be a part of this great country.

[Mike Fak]

Reply to Fak (not for publication):

Response to Fakís commentary: 

This is the em space, a staff writerís section with observations about life experiences in Logan County and elsewhere. Enjoy your visit.

ó Mary Krallmann

Time to recycle a few leaves

In a corner of the bedroom are some old leaves. Iíve counted eight and a few fragments. They didnít blow in. I brought them inside on purpose. Last fall they were a handful of color. I arranged them like a bouquet, with the biggest leaf in back. After admiring the bunch for a while, I didnít know exactly what to do with it, but I didnít want to just throw away my selections from the seasonís bounty. They spent the winter and the spring and the summer in a stack on the floor, with the plate-sized leaf on the bottom. Out of the way next to an outside wall, they stayed relatively intact during their year indoors.

Recent moves of things around them broke a few leaf sections, and then I noticed how drab they looked overall. One is a faded green, two show signs of red, and one must have been yellow, but in general theyíre not too exciting anymore. The two purple leaves decorating a spot in another room have more color remaining, but Iím about ready to part with the brown bunch.

Itís an encouraging development. Accumulating is easy, whether itís leaves, ordinary household items, daily activities or concerns that clutter our minds. Soon there are too many leftovers taking up space. Some need to go.

Itís easier to recycle eight old leaves than many of the other things Iíve piled up. One of these days Iíll return the old leaves to their natural place out in the big world. First Iíll wait for more new ones to come down so thereís plenty of company for my discards.

I wonder what the new leaves will think of the old ones or if theyíll notice the difference. "What are you doing here?" they might say. "Where did you come from? Thereís no tree here of your kind. Besides, youíre out of date. Youíre not from our season. You smell like a house. Youíre dried up and brittle."

But I think the fresh leaves and the older ones will get along. When the time comes for the impromptu mixer outside, theyíll rustle around, bump into each other and start mingling. It wonít take long. Theyíll crunch up, get wet and disintegrate together, like so many others from years past.

Another little stack Iíve put together takes up less space than last yearís leaves. Thereís little variation in size or color. They were parts of trees once, and now theyíre dry bits of paper with words. It wouldnít damage them if they were stepped on, but I keep a few on a desktop instead of on the floor. Among the quotations is this: "One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach." Thatís also true of leaves on the ground, though Iíve been told of people who scoop them up in larger quantities to bring a sense of the outdoors inside.

I donít go that far, but I do have a start on the next samples to admire for a while. Thereís just a single leaf so far, but the three sections are almost like three leaves in one. I brought it home after it looked up at me from a sidewalk the other day. The middle part appears bruised and mostly brown, but to the right, only the pointed tip is dark. Below that thereís vibrant green bordering a red-orange inner section. To the left, the same colors are more muted, as if they bled into each other.

The season is still young, and for now Iím content with one new leaf ó a new old leaf ó until I see the next one.

[Mary Krallmann]


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By the Numbers

Population estimates in Logan County
30,798 Total population, 1990
15,380 Rural population - 49.9%, 1990
15,418 Urban population - 50.1%, 1990
2,875 Projected births, 1990-1998
2,736 Projected deaths, 1990-1998
3,143 Persons below poverty level - 11.8 %
258 Average marriages per year
135 Average deaths per year

Alexis Asher

Logan County high schools: 1960-2000
1962 Middletown High School consolidated with New Holland
1972 Atlanta High School became part of Olympia School District
1975 Elkhart High School consolidated with Mount Pulaski
1979 Latham High School became Warrensburg-Latham
1988 New Holland-Middletown High School consolidated with Lincoln Community High School
1989 San Jose High School consolidated with Illini Central (Mason City)

Alexis Asher

Lincoln High School history


Lincoln School District


School buildings in 1859


"Grammar school" in 1859


High school teacher, Mr. January, in 1859


Central School opened


High school building started


High school dedicated, Jan. 5


Cost of new high school


Election authorized community high school District #404


Dedication of new Lincoln Community High School, 1000 Primm Road, in auditorium, on Nov. 9

Alexis Asher

How We Stack Up

This feature of the Lincoln Daily News compares Lincoln and Logan County to similar cities and counties on a variety of issues in a succinct manner, using charts and graphs for illustration.

Racial makeup of selected Illinois counties


Whatís Up With That?


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