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Our Daily Thread 5-16-13

Good Morning!

On this day in 1866 the U.S. Congress authorized the first 5-cent piece to be minted.

In 1868 U.S. President Andrew Johnson was acquitted during the Senate impeachment, by one vote.

In 1888 the first demonstration of recording on a flat disc was demonstrated by Emile Berliner.

Also in 1888 the new capitol in Austin was dedicated.

In 1946 “Annie Get Your Gun” opened on Broadway.

In 1965 Spaghetti-O’s went on sale for the first time.

In 1971 the price of a one-ounce first class stamp was increased from 6 to 8 cents.

In 1988 the Supreme Court ruled that police do not have to have a search warrant to search discarded trash.

And in 1991 Queen Elizabeth II became the first British monarch to address the U.S. Congress.

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Quote of the Day

“It’s not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.”

T. S. Eliot

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You already know I love “Annie Get Your Gun”. Well today in 1946 it opened at New York’s Imperial Theatre.

And I love the movie too…..

And this song was recorded today in 1929.

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Anyone have a QoD for us?

46 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 5-16-13”

  1. Good morning! I can remember when stamps were eight cents, but not six cents. I also remember when candy bars went from ten cents to fifteen. I thought it was pretty outrageous. 😉

    And how about when gas was sixty-something cents a gallon? I remember that, too.

    I’m dating myself, aren’t I? 🙂

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  4. I remember when a stamp was three cents.
    And a post card was a penny. You could buy a post card of some place you visited and write a short note and send it for a penny.
    Dating yourself? I remember when it was 34-35 cents/gal. I have paid 17 cents in Texas when they had gas wars. That’s when the gas station attendants filled your tank and wiped your windshield and gave green stamps.

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  5. “Oh, that’s a nice new coffeepot!” said the visiting lady.
    “Thank you, I got it with green stamps”, said the other.

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  6. I don’t have much today. I have to get to work and make up for the two days I spent in class. The Hangout Festival is going on this weekend so I want to beat the traffic.

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  7. My dad, born in 1929, retold the story recently of the time he was a young boy and saw a dollar bill drop out of his mother’s purse, unnoticed by her. He picked it up and later went to the store and spent the whole dollar on candy for himself. A lot of candy could be bought for a dollar in those days, of course.

    The store owner thought that was a little suspicious, so he called my grandmother and told her. Dad got himself in a good (but not for him) bit of trouble. 😉

    I’m not sure how much of that candy he got to eat before he was found out… 🙂

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  8. I’ve got a busy, busy day ahead, so I’ll just throw this quick QoD at you before skipping out of here… Since we’re talking about remembering things from the past, I’ll ask you what your earliest memory is?

    Mine is from the time I had surgery as a very young child. I don’t remember being at the hospital, but when I got out of the hospital, I remember being taken to my grandmother’s house in town, and was carried up her stone steps into the house, then laid in a crib. I was three years old.

    Well, I’m off now to make memories with my arrows today. Have a great day, all. 🙂

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  9. In the 1930’s you could buy Mary Janes, or a sucker for a penny. For a nickel, you got Snickers bars, Mars bar, Three Muskiteers. An RC Cola and a moon pie would cost eleven cents.

    :-( The first occurrence of the death of a child left in a hot car happened yesterday. A grandmother left a four year old boy in a van for seven hours.
     No, you can’t imagine.

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  10. First memory: standing beside the kitchen table, Mom sitting on a chair and putting something on my fingers; the bitter taste of the stuff went through my mind. When I was a young child remembering that, I somehow thought she was putting fingernail polish on me, but later I realized it was Bitex to keep me from sucking my thumb. I would have been around 14 months old.

    I also remember when Mom brought my little brother into the house for the first time. My little sister and I were sitting politely on the couch, waiting for him, as I’m sure we had been told to do (I was three years and almost two months; she was 22 months), and I was disappointed that she didn’t bring him to us, but instead went into her room to set something down. Mom said later, when I told this story, that she probably went into the room to set my brother down. I don’t even remember getting to see him, just that disappointment of having to wait. But probably she put him on the bed or in a bassinet and we were taken in to see him right away.

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  11. I remember sitting on a bed and there was a lady in the bed. She was sick but she was playing with me. I had on a blue and white “sunsuit” and white sea and sand sandals you put on little children. White for girls and brown for boys. From her bed you could see into a kitchen. Many years later I found a box of my “baby clothes” and there was the blue and white sunsuit. I told my dad about sitting on the lady’s bed and seeing into the kitchen. The lady was his Aunt Louise and she died when I was 18 months old.

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  12. Earliest memory is when I was three. It was just parts of the house we lived in at the time, sparkly asbestos ceiling, big double doors, lots of crickets. I guess those things are fascinating to three year-olds.

    Kim will probably be the winner on the earliest of us all, 18 months!!!

    Kim, what pray tell, is a Hangout Festival?

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  14. 6 arrows, thank you for your good wishes for my son. His birthday was Monday and he seems to be doing pretty good.

    There was a gas price war when hubby was in his second year of college – with a coupon we could get the gas price down to 2 cents/litre – that’s 8 cents/gallon! It was awesome. And such a blessing as we had our son and I was not working and hubby could only work part time and in summer. That was around 1987 or so.

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  15. Adios, I posted one that was younger than Kim’s! (Pout.) Mom hadn’t allowed any of my older brothers to suck their thumbs, but by the time I came along (almost seven years after my next-older brother), the doctors were all saying thumb sucking wouldn’t hurt, and allow it. So Mom allowed me to suck my thumb and fingers, but when I was still doing it at a year old she decided to “cure” me. So Mom is the one who told me I would have been about 14 months old in that memory.

    But my last living uncle, Mom’s younger brother, has a memory that’s the earliest I’ve ever heard of. He remembers being weaned. His mom was sweaty and he turned away from the breast, so she had someone else get him a bottle instead. Years later he said something about it, and others who had been in the room at the time (including my mother) confirmed that his memory is the way it happened, and that he was six months old. So his children tease him about his “womb memories.”

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  16. In fact, I suppose Mom is the one who corrected my thought that Mom had been putting fingernail polish on me, and that I knew it tasted bitter, and told me that it was actually Bitex and the bitterness was the point. But the fact that its bitter taste went through my mind as she put it on my fingers showed me that it had already taught its lesson and I probably never again sucked my fingers. Though I “clipped my nails” by biting them until fifth grade, since I didn’t like the feel of a clipper.

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  17. My in-laws went to New York City from Chicago on their honeymoon. They saw Annie Get Your Gun’s final performance. After it ended, Ethel Merman came out and sat on the stage for an hour chatting with the audience and singing song after song after song.

    It was one of my singing mother-in-law’s favorite memories.

    I first saw Annie Get Your Gun on a high school stage in New London, CT. My husband, as usual, was out to sea. I’d gone to a Catholic school to sign up my first child for kindergarten and had to get a babysitter. The meeting only took half an hour and I thought, “why waste a babysitter?”

    (I got one so seldom).

    I had a book with me and I went by myself.

    I felt so totally risqué!

    Another boat wife played viola in the orchestra and during intermission, I hung over the pit and talked with her.

    Loved the show. Loved the music. So glad my guy is around to go to the theater with me now! 🙂

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  18. QoD

    My earliest memory is a bad one. 😦

    I was about 2 and a half. My Dad came into our room (me and 2 bros) in the middle of the night and rushed us all out of the house. The other half of the double we lived in was on fire. My Mom tripped over a fire hose while carrying my sister who was a baby and 2 years younger than me. We sat across the street and watched. There was a woman screaming and crying. I’ll never forget that sound. All 4 of her children including a newborn died in the fire. I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. 😦

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  19. Yay for viola players! 🙂 I had so much fun playing viola in the pit orchestra for musicals in college.

    Kare, glad your son had a good birthday. I was thinking it was the day after my arrows’, but I guess it was the day before. But then I’m usually late with everything, so my tardy greetings are par for the course. 🙂

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  21. Re: Thumb sucking. All three of my granddaughters suck their thumbs. Jenn said she was going to suck hers “till I get to college”. She didn’t. It never hurt them; except Mary had to have braces to straighten her teeth. She is aggressive about everything, even thumb sucking.

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  22. I remember as a child seeing our neighbor’s (not a next-door neighbor, but one down the road about a quarter mile) house on fire when we were waiting for the bus to come one morning. Our neighbors all got out safely, but I remember wondering if it would have been different if the fire had started after the kids had already gone to school and the dad had gone to work. The mom would have been there alone, and she had an impaired sense of smell. I don’t remember the cause of the fire, but if it had started in a location unknown to her, she could have been overcome by the fumes before she knew it.

    This was in the days before many of us had smoke and fire alarms. I remember when we first got them at our house, and I wonder if it wasn’t because of our neighbor’s house burning down. I think we got them sometime after it had happened, not before.

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  23. Earliest memory is of standing in the crib and listening to my parents talk in another room. I have the impression that I was torn between wanting to get out and wanting to listen in on their conversation. It was probably around the time I was starting to recognize more words. I have always enjoyed listening to people talk more than talking myself. Guess it started early in life.

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  24. The war against thumb-sucking was in full swing when I was growing up. It was considered bad, bad, bad, apt to cause all kinds of mental and physical ailments in kids.

    Not sure what my youngest memory would be. ???

    So Chas, how do you make those cute little boxes in your posts?

    I’ve been battling what seems to be a low-grade cold all week and finally just took a dose of Nyquil last night. Slept for something like 11 hours and awoke with a pounding headache! So now I’ve had to take aspirin to make that go away. The cure was worse than the ailment, I’m afraid. But it was kind of nice to sleep so long. I still feel stuffed up and achy, though. 😦

    But it’s onward to work as usual — I have a couple stories to finish up for the weekend — on the recent proliferation of our ‘medical’ (ah-hem, cough-cough) marijuana clinics in town (citywide now there are more than 2,000 — “patients” mostly ride skateboards to get to them 🙂 So many ill young people these days and the uptick in sick sea lions getting stranded along the SoCal coast this year.

    Meanwhile working on a couple freelance story ideas … writing-writing-writing.

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  25. http://www.hangoutmusicfest.com/

    A chance to sit on the beach, eat too much, maybe drink too much and listen to
    Tom Petty, Stevie Wonder, Kings of Leon, and a whole lot of other bands.

    I did not take you to The Hangout when you were here. It is classier than the Flora-Bama although in June they are having a music fest.

    Good excuse to come back and visit?

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  26. Good Morning, Y’all!

    QOD: I remember getting a large yellow Tonka Dumptruck for a birthday. Based on where we lived at the time I had to be 2 or 3 that year. Don’t know why I remember that…

    Kim…sounds like fun!

    Do you remember a venue in Gulf Shores called the Blue Max?

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  27. Blue Max? No where was it?
    I have some really, really early memories of coming to Gulf Shores with my aunt and her boyfriend when you could still have dune buggy on the beach. (I still haven’t figured out why she was the one out of 8 aunts that got stuck with me the most, but I went to college with her, on dates with her, and a lot of other places)

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  28. Kim,

    Around here we have a week/10 days long thing called MusicFest.

    This year we have Skillett, George Thorogood and the Destroyers, KC and the Sunshine Band, Styx, Foreigner, Darius Rucker (Hootie), And the one I’d most like to see, Peter Frampton’s Guitar Circus with him, BB King, and Sonny Landreth.

    http://www.fest.org/

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  29. I don’t like the real’s memory.

    Mine is good. I remember when my dad was looking for his work gloves. He was fairly organized so they probably were not acutally lost. But in my mind, my mom and my two older siblings were all in the search. I was too little along with my slightly older brother. Then my dad turned to us and said he needed somebody just the right size to look under the stove. It was us! A dad’s words are very powerful.

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  31. Who’s this g2-4e7ed159f92383407b363e3c7752aa87 character who looks just like Chas?

    I’m always amazed at how many vivid memories of early childhood other people have. Mine are few and vague until I was about 8. The earliest are just fleeting images of the house we lived in until I was 3.

    My earliest memory of something happening was outside the apartment we lived in for a few months when I was 3, where an older lady, maybe the landlady, was helping me and two sibling neighbors learn to do “summer saucers”. She probably said “somersaults” and it was only I who heard it wrong.

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  32. AJ, that sounds horrible. So sorry. Glad your memories have gotten better.

    Cheryl, Oops, sorry about that. I was a thumb-sucker.

    Kim, Sounds like a great time. Perhaps next time I am there.

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  33. Well the second memory I have is better. 🙂

    I was 4 and chasing my brothers around the vacant lot that remained next door. Actually, I think to this day that they were trying to get away from me, but they deny it. Anyway, chasin’ them, fell and cut my right index finger severly. Bunch of stitches, the first of many 😦 , and an ugly scar that hurts in the winter to this day.

    We only lived there til I was 6. The next one? You guessed it, stitches in the head from the cast iron radiator in the living room. Good thing we moved because I don’t know if I would have survived otherwise.

    The only other memory of that house was the church on the other side of us. Every Sunday was gospel music and the smell of soul food, which I thought might possibly be even worse than cabbage.

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  34. Kim, I don’t remember where exactly. On the strip…worked sound and lights there with some bands back in the 80’s. It’s probably gone now…

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  36. The Mother’s Day Bunny delivered a present for me late, but who cares—it is a Brighton heart with a picture of a Sweet Baby Boy and it fits on my Pandora bracelet. The card was very sweet telling me how lucky he was to have a Mimi like me. 😉

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  37. I remember my first birthday. I was got up in the morning and carried downstairs (everything was seen from high up) and there in the corner of the dining room, on a little plastic pink chair, sat a clown doll. He had all kind of different fastenings on his clothes, snaps, buttons, zippers, etc. My parents got him for me because it was feared that I was developmentally delayed (I didn’t turn myself over until I was nearly one, never crawled and didn’t walk until I was nearly two), so I needed stimulating toys to aid said development. Can’t have been much wrong with my memory, anyway 😀

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  40. I remember sucking my thumb on a merry go round. My parents were really trying to get me to stop doing that.

    Hey mumsee, just saw this from Reuters: Idaho man faces federal charges of providing computer software, money, bomb-making knowledge to Uzbek militant group: prosecutors,

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  41. And your grandson probably wrote the card himself, right?

    I remember my brother coming home from the hospital, so I must have been 2.5. Unless it was the other brother, and then I was 5. 🙂

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  44. Hmmm…I remember being Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny at different times because I loved my child and wanted to do something nice for him. There are many Santas, Tooth Fairies, and Easter Bunnies. I have seen the fake ones at the Mall, but the real ones are parents who love their children. Some parents who equally love their children do not choose to be Santa, Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny. We all have different ways of showing love to our children. God shows His love to His children in various ways, too, for He knows us individually. He takes on many different roles to meet our needs. When we take on the role of Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny it is in a sense an imitation of the roles God takes on as He showers us with gifts each and every day of our life. He gives us the basics we need to survive and He gives us extras such as the beauty we see in nature or the enjoyment we have from music. He is so good. I hope one day You will understand Him and His love for you, Random.

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