August 28th is a date where much has transpired in history. Sadly it’s not been an auspicious date for many in history.
Hurricane Katrina hit the coast of Louisiana and Mississippi in 2005. The hurricane damaged the dikes surrounding Lake Pontchartrain north of New Orleans and the subsequent flood waters poured into low-lying parishes, killing over 1000 people. Six years later Hurricane Irene would hit the east coast of the U.S., becoming the seventh costliest U.S. hurricane.
Emmett Till, the 14-year-old black kid, was brutally tortured and killed in Money, Mississippi in 1955, 3 days after local store owner Carolyn Bryant accused Till of disrespecting her. The senseless killing shook the foundations of black/white relationships in the South and catapulted the civil rights movement to the world stage.
The 1964 race riot in Philadelphia would be a prelude to other big city race riots in the coming years including the Los Angeles low-income district of Watts and the city of Detroit
Americans would be exposed for the first time to the millions of inane on-air commercials as the Queensboro Realty Company bought 10 minutes of time for $100 in 1922 on WEAF in New York City.
But like many things in our lives there is always the yin and yang of history. On the brighter side of things the following events occurred on the August 28th of past waning summer days.
Martin Luther King gave his “I have a dream” speech in Washington, D.C.
Vietnam war protestors at the 1968 Chicago Democratic convention would eventually help end the war in Vietnam and cause LBJ to not seek a second term. Oddly enough, LBJ celebrated his 60th birthday the day before this event. A date by the way that would play haphazardly into my own life years later
The first Geneva Convention, governing rules of warfare, signed by 26 nations in 1864.
And then there was this event in 1976. I married Roseann Marie Brown from St. Louis. She was a nursing student at Texas Woman’s University while I was finishing my last year at what was then North Texas State University, now the University of North Texas. I won’t burden you with the minutia of details between now and then except for this one.
I began working for the state of Texas a year after we were married, employed at the State School for the mentally handicapped in Denton. It was there I became aware of LBJ’s birthday because it served as a holiday for state workers. Long story shortened, for the next few years I would bring my wife flowers on the 27th of August instead of our true wedding anniversary date because like many other men before me, wedding anniversaries were dates that were never firmly implanted in our small pea-sized brain.
Not sure how it happened but I guess the brain can have a hiccup of sorts every now and then that distorts certain facts and makes thing come out in a way that seems logical or normal. It could be that too many of these mental hiccups could lead to some kind of therapy or institutional care for some, so I count myself lucky that mine have been limited.
I am just glad that LBJ was born the day before my wedding anniversary rather than the day after, otherwise Roseann and I may have never made it to this 36th, er, crap! – 37th wedding anniversary. Marriages can apparently survive if remembrance is a day early. Not so apparent if one of, if not the most important days in your life is remembered a day late.
Now if you’ll pardon me, I have to run to the florist to buy a bouquet of carnations and make a reservation for dinner at our favorite restaurant for this evening. As Snuffy Smith used to say, “Times a wastin’.”
Making it last for 37 years now