Ten of the Best Cartoons About Writing

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Maybe you need a laugh today?
Here are ten of the best cartoons about writers and writing. 

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Grandma Lily’s “Old Glory”

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(I’ve been swamped with freelance work, so I haven’t posted here for a while, but I want to share with you this essay I wrote a few years ago. It has nothing to do with writing but everything to do with Independence Day. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.)

“Old Glory.” That was Grandma Lily’s name for the huge American flag she put up every Fourth of July. Much bigger than an average-sized flag, Old Glory stretched probably seven or eight feet long. It hung on a rope between the front window of Grandma’s upper flat and an ancient elm tree on the parkway. It nearly grazed the heads of those who walked the sidewalk below.

pledge-of-allegiance-girlAt our Independence Day get-togethers, Grandma insisted that we gather under Old Glory and say the pledge to the flag. “It’s important,” she said, “to honor the flag, especially on the Fourth of July.”

Years passed and, one day, the elm tree got a disease. City workers cut it down. Grandma didn’t mind losing the sick tree in front of her house except that it held up Old Glory. Now, the giant flag had nowhere to fly. So, Grandma folded it and put it away. I never saw it again, and I don’t remember us saying the pledge together after that. I think we all knew that Grandma Lily mourned the passing of Old Glory. It was as if there had been a death in the family. Nobody talked about it until many years later when I asked her about the lost tradition of the flag and the pledge. Grandma, who had only a third grade education, offered a lesson about patriotism that I’d never forget.

She said,

“Hardly anyone said the pledge when I was a girl. Back then, the pledge went like this: ‘I pledge allegiance to my flag and the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.’ But, my parents had left Germany for America. Old Glory wasn’t just a flag to us. It meant living like God wanted, free from a government telling us what to do. Your dad was five-years old when they made it better and changed ‘my flag’ to ‘the flag of the United States of America.’ Then it was our flag and our pledge. Eisenhower made it better by adding ‘under God’ in there. And don’t ever forget it’s because of God that your family got here. It’s because of Him that we’re free.” 

She might not have much formal education, but Grandma Lily certainly was wise. “Whatever became of Old Glory?” I asked. She hesitated and then shrugged her shoulders. I think Grandma Lily still couldn’t speak about the memories of her beloved flag—that yellowing old flag with the 48 stars.

Years later, I inherited her bible. Inside, I found this scripture passage written on lined paper in her handwriting:

dc39ab330e528a9d21c28dc710fdb56fBlessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people he chose for his inheritance. From heaven the Lord looks down
and sees all mankind; from his dwelling place he watches all who live on earth—he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do. No king is saved by the size of his army; no warrior escapes by his great strength. A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save. But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love. Psalm 33:12–18

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I wish you all a safe and blessed Independence Day—
honor the flag of the United States of America
as a symbol of freedom,
and thank God for bringing your family here.

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