Someone asked me what I know about the day I was born. Other than the fact I was born, of course.
August 20, 1956.
David Ben-Gurion was prime minister of Israel.
Dwight D. Eisenhower was president of the US.
Dag Hammarskjöld was secretary-general of the UN.
Duke Ellington was on the cover of Time Magazine that week,
and Audrey Hepburn was on the cover of Life Magazine.
The Republican Convention was opening that evening at the Cow Palace in San Francisco, all the papers were analyzing the fact that Nasser of Egypt had seized the Suez Canal the month before (which led to war in October), the summer movies were Moby Dick and The King and I, politics were heavily influencing the atmosphere before the 16th summer Olympic Games in Melbourne, Australia, the baseball season was underway (which culminated in a world series between the New York Yankees and the Brooklyn Dodgers), the Ford Thunderbird was beating the competition in cars.
Elvis Presley had just released his debut album with RCA Victor and it became the first rock and roll album to top the Billboard chart, a position it held for 10 weeks; when Elvis sang ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ on the ‘Milton Berle Show’ an estimated 25% of the American population tuned in to hear him.
The Montgomery Bus boycott (and the storm surrounding it), which began following Rosa Park’s arrest in December 1955, was still in effect and going strong, until the Supreme Court ruled in November 1956 that the racial segregation laws were unconstitutional.
For children, the game Yahtzee was released that year, as was Play-Doh.
And at 4:02 am this was the world I came hurtling into. The right word, there, too – the doctor told my father if he hadn’t been standing at the end of the table he never would have caught me. (Even then I was moving fast…)
What do you know about the day you were born?
I saved the newspapers from the day kidlet was born. I’m inspired to do more, and perhaps make a scrapbook. Hm. Another project….