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|    Jeffrey Rubard to Jeffrey Rubard    |
|    Re: Jon Meacham, *Thomas Jefferson: The     |
|    08 Feb 22 09:04:35    |
      From: jeffreydanielrubard@gmail.com              On Sunday, February 6, 2022 at 10:19:54 PM UTC-8, Jeffrey Rubard wrote:       > A FORTUNATE SON        >        > It is the strong in body who are both the strong and free in mind. —Peter       Jefferson, the father of Thomas Jefferson        >        > He was the kind of man people noticed. An imposing, prosperous, well-liked       farmer known for his feats of strength and his capacity for endurance in the       wilderness, Peter Jefferson had amassed large tracts of land and scores of       slaves in and around what        became Albemarle County, Virginia. There, along the Rivanna, he built       Shadwell, named after the London parish where his wife, Jane, had been       baptized.        >        > The first half of the eighteenth century was a thrilling time to be young,       white, male, wealthy, and Virginian. Money was to be made, property to be       claimed, tobacco to be planted and sold. There were plenty of ambitious men       about—men with the        boldness and the drive to create farms, build houses, and accumulate fortunes       in land and slaves in the wilderness of the mid-Atlantic.        >        > As a surveyor and a planter, Peter Jefferson thrived there, and his eldest       son, Thomas, born on April 13, 1743, understood his father was a man other men       admired.        >        > Celebrated for his courage, Peter Jefferson excelled at riding and hunting.       His son recalled that the father once single handedly pulled down a wooden       shed that had stood impervious to the exertions of three slaves who had been       ordered to destroy the        building. On another occasion, Peter was said to have uprighted two huge       hogsheads of tobacco that weighed a thousand pounds each—a remarkable, if       mythical, achievement.        >        > The father’s standing mattered greatly to the son, who remembered him in a       superlative and sentimental light. “The tradition in my father’s family       was that their ancestor came to this country from Wales, and from near the       mountain of Snowden, the        highest in Great Britain,” Jefferson wrote. The connection to Snowdon (the       modern spelling) was the only detail of the Jeffersons’ old-world origins       known to pass from generation to generation. Everything else about the ancient       roots of the paternal        clan slipped into the mists, save for this: that they came from a place of       height and of distinction—if not of birth, then of strength.        >        > Thomas Jefferson was his father’s son. He was raised to wield power. By       example and perhaps explicitly he was taught that to be great—to be       heeded—one had to grow comfortable with authority and with responsibility.       An able student and eager        reader, Jefferson was practical as well as scholarly, resourceful as well as       analytical.        >        > Jefferson learned the importance of endurance and improvisation early, and       he learned it the way his father wanted him to: through action, not theory. At       age ten, Thomas was sent into the woods alone, with a gun. The a       signment—the expectation—was        that he was to come home with evidence that he could survive on his own in the       wild.        >        > The test did not begin well. He killed nothing, had nothing to show for       himself. The woods were forbidding. Everything around the boy— the trees and       the thickets and the rocks and the river—was frightening and frustrating.        >        > He refused to give up or give in. He soldiered on until his luck fi- nally       changed. “Finding a wild turkey caught in a pen,” the family story went,       “he tied it with his garter to a tree, shot it, and carried it home in       triumph.”        >        > The trial in the forest foreshadowed much in Jefferson’s life. When       stymied, he learned to press forward. Presented with an unexpected opening, he       figured out how to take full advantage. Victorious, he en- joyed his success.        >        > Jefferson was taught by his father and mother, and later by his teachers and       mentors, that a gentleman owed service to his family, to his neighborhood, to       his county, to his colony, and to his king. An eldest son in the Virginia of       his time grew up        expecting to lead—and to be followed. Thomas Jefferson came of age with the       confidence that con- trolling the destinies of others was the most natural       thing in the world. He was born for command. He never knew anything else.        >        > The family had immigrated to Virginia from England in 1612, and in the New       World they had moved quickly toward prosperity and respectability. A Jefferson       was listed among the delegates of an assembly convened at Jamestown in 1619.       The future president       s great- grandfather was a planter who married the daughter of a justice in       Charles City County and speculated in land at Yorktown. He died about 1698,       leaving an estate of land, slaves, furniture, and livestock. His son, the       future president’s        grandfather, rose further in colonial society, owning a racehorse and serving       as sheriff and justice of the peace in Henrico County. He kept a good house,       in turn leaving his son, Peter Jefferson, silver spoons and a substantial       amount of furniture. As a        captain of the militia, Thomas Jefferson’s grandfather once hosted Colonel       William Byrd II, one of Virginia’s greatest men, for a dinner of roast beef       and persico wine.        >        > Born in Chesterfield County in 1708, Peter Jefferson built on the work of       his fathers. Peter, with Joshua Fry, professor of mathematics at the College       of William and Mary, drew the first authoritative map of Virginia and ran the       boundary line between        Virginia and North Car- olina, an achievement all the more remarkable given       Peter Jefferson’s intellectual background. “My father’s education had       been quite ne- glected; but being of a strong mind, sound judgment and eager       after information,”        Thomas Jefferson wrote, “he read much and improved himself.” Self taught,       Peter Jefferson became a colonel of the militia, vestryman, and member of the       Virginia House of Burgesses.        >        > On that expedition to fix the boundary between Virginia and North Carolina,       the father proved himself a hero of the frontier. Working their way across the       Blue Ridge, Peter Jefferson and his colleagues fought off “the attacks of       wild beasts during        the day, and at night found but a broken rest, sleeping—as they were obliged       to do for safety—in trees,” as a family chronicler wrote.        >        > Low on food, exhausted, and faint, the band faltered—save for Jefferson,       who subsisted on the raw flesh of animals (“or whatever could be found to       sustain life,” as the family story had it) until the job was done.        >               [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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