Every Day Is Special

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“Every day is special.” Has anyone ever said that to you? Here is a website that tells you EXACTLY why every day is special. www.nationaldaycalendar.com I’m giving this information to you well in advance so you can be prepared for: National Multiple Personality Day, National Potato Chip Day, National Everything You Do Is Right Day, and 28 more occasions to celebrate.

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March 1: National Fruit Compote Day (AKA Eat More Grapefruit Day); March 2: National Old Stuff Day; March 3: National I Want You To Be Happy Day; March 4: Marching Music Day (remember John Philip Sousa?); March 5: Multiple Personality Day; March 6: National Dentist’s Day; March 7: National Cereal Day; March 8: National Proofreading Day; March 9: National Get Over It Day (tip your hat to The Eagles); 10: National Pack Your Lunch Day (Ray Bruckno –a classmate—had a bologna sandwich everyday in high school); March 11: National Worship of Tools Day;

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March 12: National Napping Day; March 13: National Open An Umbrella Indoors Day; March 14: National Potato Chip Day (Ever try them with, not on, pizza?); March 15: National Kick Butts Day; March 16: National Everything You Do Is Right Day (Finally!); March 17: National Corn Dog Day; March 18: National Awkward Moments Day; March 19: National Let’s Laugh Day (Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can –Elsa Maxwell); March 20: National Proposal Day; March 21: National French Bread Day;

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March 22: Goof Off Day (IMO, a future National Holiday); March 23: National Puppy Day (Luna will expect a gift on this day); March 24: National Chocolate Covered Raisin Day; March 25: National Medal of Honor Day; March 26: National Spinach Day; March 27: National Joe Day (eg, DiMaggio, Pesci, Walsh); March 28: National Something on a Stick Day; March 29: National Mom and Pop Business Owners Day; March 30: National Pencil Day (and National Crayon Day is on the 31st); March 31: National Bunsen Burner Day.

 

Enjoy the Holidays!

 

 

About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures above...it's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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1 Response to Every Day Is Special

  1. Marc Kuhn says:

    When is Read Ron’s Blog Day? …oh wait, that’s supposed to be every day….I am happy to learn that National Bunsen Burner Day is still a few weeks off. That’ll give me time to prepare decorating the house,,,

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