I am watching the funeral coverage of President George Herbert Walker Bush, 41st President of the United States. As I watch, I realize my age in Presidencies.
I was born during the end of the Eisenhower administration. I have a vague memory of the drums on a black and white television in November of 1963. I remember, either via radio or television,the passing of Eisenhower, Johnson, Nixon and Regan. It shocked me today to realize Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, and Barack Obama are the only three former Presidents still alive.
I am blessed to be an American, but even more so that my mind still remembers these historical moments. As a history major, it makes me more cognizant of the passage of time. I may never jump with a parachute as the late President Bush did, I intend to savor every moment.
So history major that I was, of course I am going to watch the National Geographic channel shows on the 80’s and 90’s.
It’s remarkable that I am watching video , albeit again, of the Berlin Wall coming down, roughly 27 years ago. It’s enough to make me reach for my bifocals. Of course, the film of David Hasselhoff singing on New Years’Eve on the Berlin Wall, well, I’ll just skip that.
Time marches on: I am grateful to God I am still here!
Our town at undisclosed location was founded in 1680 as a whaling village .
Traditionally they celebrate their history with a street festival they call Whale of a Day. It is traditionally celebrated the Saturday after the Fourth of July.
Jim and I cranked up the air and left the fur girls in it while we walked down to take in the street fair. The heat was tremendous, but we had lunch and listened to a couple local musicians perform. As we walked back, you could only fry in the heat, and savor the air conditioning you went back to.
How sad. It makes me wonder how man screwed up the atmosphere to have such heat. Then again, I am always one who wondered whatever happened to spring.