Lots of things have happened on this day throughout history.
Early on, in the year 37 of our common era, the Roman Senate, in one of those astonishingly bad moves, annulled the Emperor Tiberius’ will and proclaimed Caligula emperor. Later, in 1314 the twenty-third and as it happens last grand master of the Knights Templar, Jacques de Molay was burned at the stake. In 1766 the British Parliament repealed the noxious Stamp Act, again, a bit on the late side. In 1837 Grover Cleveland was born. In 1871 the people of Paris declare their Commune, precipitating the collapse of the Second Republic. In 1877 the clairvoyant Edgar Cayce was born. And in 1951 Ben Cohen of Ben & Jerry’s fame was born.
The list goes on.
But, most important was another 1951 birthday. Sixty-five years ago Jan Seymour now Seymour-Ford was born.
As it happens the luckiest day in my life. Okay, the second, right after the day some thirty-one years later when she agreed to marry me.
In celebration here’s something from Bill Frisell, who was also born today sixty-five years ago.
Which makes me want to go back to that time, just for a moment. Thinking of my own surfer girl. (okay, yes, she really was a nerd, with her nose buried in a book more likely than lazing about on her southern California beach. Still. Jan is a child of that time, and that place…)
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