For the past twenty years we have honored those who gave their all every memorial day weekend with a flag display in our front yard. It started with 20 flags and has grown to 73 currently. We always fly the flags of the South up front and proud as we are rebels and revere and respect their history and meaning. When I was six mom and dad took me to stone mountain the year it opened and turned me into mom’s “Johnny Reb” and i learned to seek the true story of that time in history, which now seems to be repeating itself. Having a family that fought in the war it had a personal meaning for me. Living less than an hour’s drive from the largest mass Confederate grave “a humbling place” gave me a bigger reason to respect the ones who fought against a government out of control. Some 15 years ago I stumbled upon the Free North Carolina blog and began corresponding with Brock Townsend and when I mentioned my display he asked for pictures of it and started making posts on the display. One year I donated flags for his Patcon raffle. Brock gave me the name “Northern Copperhead’ and it stuck and is now what I am called by my “Northern Friends”. My sons found an air of respect for the south and were not afraid to express their support for it. My son Christian when confronted by a high school teacher about the “Flag on his shirt” was offer extra credit to write about it and he did. This year we had a visit from our local police department about “having flags on the parkway” and I challenged them to cite me, but they declined and left.
We proudly fly the flags of the Confederacy on our flagpole in order of appearance with the protect and save flag underneath it in the weeks leading up to Memorial day.
Remember that it was the Southern women and widows who began the tradition of honoring all the war dead that we now know as memorial day.
Your Northern Copperhead friend,
Greg
God Bless You!
Thank you, Greg. You made my day!
From an Un-Reconstructed Southerner
Thank you Northern Copperhead!
I wasn’t born here. I was born in OH to a mother who was birthed in Texas and from Ohio. My ancestors are predominantly Amish and came here from a Germany after the war of northern aggression. Consequently,I have no biological dog in this fight. That doesn’t mean that the whispering of Dixie don’t ring in my ears and I chose, not by birth, but by choice, this place to be my home and it is more home to me the pariah of the place my ancestors chose to fornicate.
its spirit lives on in our hearts and minds and we realize what a travesty this “ union” has become, where pariah doesn’t even begin to cover our current status. Though I may have been born elsewhere, Dixie’s song sings in my heart and I understand her rhythm. May those of like mind stand together because the trials, they be a coming.
Great post. I remember the first time I found that website years ago. Thanks causing me to remember it.
Brock is still around, and answers his same email.
Look Brock up on fb