Another Year Older and Deeper in Thankfulness
By: George Lee Cunningham
Some people are born on important days and some are born on days that will someday be important and sometimes they are born on important days but they have birthdays that only intersect with those important days once in a while.
An example. George Washington was born on Feb. 22, 1732, which was not very important at the time, but became so after he was elected to be the first President and Congress declared it a National Holiday. Another example, I have a friend who was born on Sept. 11. Not a big deal until 2001, when it became a day that will be remembered forever. Now her birthday is better known as the day the Twin Towers came crashing down and the world changed forever.
Other people are born on days that were of import when they were born and remain so every year. An example of that would be people who are born on Christmas Day. These folks always seem to feel a little cheated because they don’t get a separate celebration for their birthday. On the other hand, I have a sister-in-law who was born on Jan. 1, and she thought until she was 9 or 10 years old that the Rose Parade was a celebration of her birthday. Between you and me, I think she still harbors that thought.
My, how we love to lie to little children.
Then there are the people who are born on odd days, such as Feb. 29, which only comes around once every four years when it happens to be a leap year. They have to endure everybody making jokes about how when they turn 36, they are really only nine years old. Probably funny the first couple of hundred times they hear it.
Me, I was born on Thanksgiving. Yep, I was a Thursday child, but my birthday isn’t always on a Thursday. It’s just once in a while that my birthday intersects with Thanksgiving. This happens to be one of those years. You might think it would be a regular occurrence, like the folks born on Feb. 29, who get a birthday every four years.
But you see, it’s the leap years that mess it up. Divide a 365-day year by a seven-day week and you get 52 weeks and one day. Once every four years, divide a 366-day year by a seven-day week and you get 52 weeks at two days. When that happens, it skips a day and sometimes that day is a Thursday, although most times it’s not.
After I was born, I had to wait six years until my birthday was on Turkey Day again, then 11 years, then six years, then five years, and then six, then 11, then six, then five, then six, and now 11 years. My last birthday on Thanksgiving was in 2002.
By this time, you may be wondering, why in hell am I telling you all this. It’s so that you can wish me a Wonderful Thanksgiving AND a Happy Birthday, of course.
You won’t get another chance – God willing – until 2019.