Cadence

From my days in marching band, the cadence was the music played by the drumline that set the marching pace. It’s also defined as, “the beat, time, or measure of rhythmical motion or activity”. The definition that fits this post is, “a rhythmic sequence or flow of sounds in language”.

I attend a fair number of public meetings each month and many of them include the Pledge of Allegiance. With the advent of online meeting participation, you occasionally have someone’s disembodied voice from the ether, trying to participate, but because of the lag, it is just a little off. Is there much that’s more jarring? With the Pledge being removed from schools in some places, I wonder if that portends the future. I don’t remember learning the cadence of the pledge, but I do remember learning and reciting it from early in grade school. I can only imagine how jarring it was when Dwight Eisenhower signed the bill adding “Under God” to the Pledge in 1954!

Cadence shows up in other areas where we often don’t recognize it until it’s missing. Have you ever heard someone rattle off their Social Security number without a pause after the third and fifth number? Or even worse, can you even write down a phone number someone gives you if they don’t pause after the third and sixth digit? If you ever want to really throw someone off, give them your phone number with a pause after the fourth and seventh digit. Watch the brain melt that occurs! Ha!

The Lord’s Prayer also fits this description. Most of us know the cadence and can recite it by rote. Though Catholics and Protestants say it slightly differently to trip up any outliers in the congregation. Some of my nieces and nephews attended a Catholic school that tacked on, “Please provide for those with nothing to eat”. Nothing wrong with that sentiment, but it does kinda throw you off when you’re not expecting it.

The Pledge of Allegiance is variously described as a poem or lyrics. Since it doesn’t rhyme, I don’t hardly recognize it as such, but then my taste in poetry is limited to bawdy limericks… (There once was a man from Nantucket…) While the pledge doesn’t rhyme, it does have a rhythm. It’s the little things in life like this that are crutches that make things easier and bring us together. If I’m walking and hear a drum cadence, I can’t help but fall into step. I’ve never really considered myself a conformist, but I do think we need more of the things that bring us together. The little daily occurrences of cadence are one of those things. There is a downside though. All of us continue to recite the pledge and say the word “indivisible”, but more and more it is being said by rote without taking the meaning to heart.