Happy Fourth of July! This day became a federal national holiday in 1938- what the heck took us so long? I mean, really? 162 years?? Anyway, I’m glad someone finally saw some sense and gave us this holiday.
One US president was born on the 4th of July- Calvin Coolidge. He was born 7/4/1872.
Three US presidents died on July 4th- John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died the same day and year- 50 years after that first 4th of July- 1826. James Monroe died in 1831. So, three of the first five presidents died on July 4.
As readers of this blog know, I love it when things like this happen- what better thing for a president than to either be born or die on the date that means so much to this country? AND don’t tell my high school history teacher about this post as she was way more into the 2nd of July being more important as that was the day the Continental Congress actually voted to declare independence. Shh.
I just did something I’m not sure I’ve done since high school. You’re blog today talked me into reading the declaration of independence. I might have to make that an annual thing. Although I’m feeling very ignorant at the moment. I can’t remember who was King of England at the time we declared our independence. I guess more research is in my future…
Have a wonderful, relaxed, foot up Fourth of July!
By: Laurie Ryan on July 4, 2014
at 10:02 am
Awesome. Glad I inspired you. I could tell you which king it was if you want. Lol.
Happy fourth to you as well.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 10:47 am
Hmmm. I was kind of hoping you would, and save me some hunting. Lol. I knew you would know. History was never my strong suit, but the, umm, older I get, the more strongly I feel the need to remember roots, you know?
By: Laurie Ryan on July 4, 2014
at 10:52 am
I do know about remembering roots. For sure. It was George III. The one known as the mad king.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 10:53 am
Thank you! I promise I’ll read more about him TODAY. Just gotta finish the last 20 pages of editing my third Secrets book, and make a rhubarb crisp for tonight.
By: Laurie Ryan on July 4, 2014
at 10:56 am
No pressure! Lol. You’re really knocking out the edits. Yay. And rhubarb crisp sounds like a recipe to share OTBF.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 10:58 am
I’m a big ole history nerd. I fly that flag proudly.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 10:54 am
The recipe might be there, but hard to find. I’ll put it on the list to repost one of these times. 🙂
By: Laurie Ryan on July 4, 2014
at 10:59 am
I’ll look for it. I think there’s a way to search.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 11:01 am
i love history but didn’t like it in school. A good teacher makes all the difference. Good post this morning and a great way to get into this special day.
By: Lavada Dee on July 4, 2014
at 11:34 am
amen, A good teacher is vital. I spent my elementary school days in Virginia near D.C and was immersed in the history of this country. Had awesome teachers and parents who were very much into seeing the sites and learning about history. I was very lucky.
Have a wonderful day, Lavada!!
By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 2:17 pm
Great post!
By: Flossie Benton Rogers on July 4, 2014
at 5:40 pm
Thanks Flossie.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 6:51 pm
So, even though George III opposed our secession, it kind of sounds like we drove him to crazy. Poor guy! (See, I DID do some reading up today.) 🙂
By: Laurie Ryan on July 4, 2014
at 5:47 pm
Hahah. Good that you did some research. He had something called porphyria and that was the root cause, I think but we rebels were def a thorn in his side. As well as his son! The prince of Wales at the time. Lol. They had a very contentious relationship.
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By: Author on July 4, 2014
at 6:51 pm
I didn’t know that about Adams and Jefferson and their day in common. They have always been among my very favorites. I love the relationship of Adams and his wife Abigail.
By: Flossie Benton Rogers on July 8, 2014
at 12:08 pm
I love James and Abigail, too Flossie. Have you read the book that is his letters to her? Itâs awesome.
By: Author on July 8, 2014
at 12:57 pm