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Francis Scott Key, a lawyer from Baltimore, had just successfully negotiated a one-to-one prisoner exchange with the British and went down into the hold of the ship to tell the men that they would be free that very evening. Back on deck, the British Admiral told him they would still honor their commitment, but that it really wouldn't matter, because the entire British war fleet was 2 ½ hours away, and they had orders to destroy Fort McHenry. Francis Scott Key told the Admiral that Fort McHenry was a large fort, full of women and children - predominantly not military.

The Admiral commented that they had provided a way out for the people of the Fort - an ultimatum. If they would take down the American flag from its pole up on the rampart, the shelling would stop immediately. It would be understood as surrender, and the young United States would be under British rule.

Francis Scott Key told the men about the ultimatum and the hundreds of ship drawing near, and promised to shout down to them what was happening.

At twilight, the British ships arrived and unleashed a deafening, unceasing barrage. The prisoners - the men in the hold - prayed. They shouted up "What have they done with the flag? Do you see the Flag?" A bomb would explode near the rampart and Francis Scott Key would shout down "It's still there, I still see the flag!"

This Memorial Day found me in the home that my Dad and his lovely wife share.  Dad and Mom lived here together for many years before Mom’s death from cancer in 2008.  Many things in the home are just the way Mom left them, thanks to the respect of Dad’s new wife for him and us kids. 

One of those things is the rag drawer.  I’ve misplaced the case for the lenses that magnetically attach to make my regular glasses into sun glasses, and I knew just where to look for a scrap of material in which to wrap them. 

Mom liked soft clothes, so the drawer is full of flannels, knits, and cottons.  She hated binding clothes – she’d cut tee shirt necks and remove their sleeves.  There were several pairs of shirtless sleeves of various colors and lengths, all neatly folded.  Plaids she wore in the garden, a paisley, a flowered print – mostly light colored, some worn and thin, some new cast-offs from a garment she’d made; all soft.