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Nov. 11th, 2008 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coraaHappy birthday to me!
It's interesting to share a birthday with Veteran's/Armistice Day. I was born on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, in Germany -- but at just a little after ten in the morning. (My mom always said, wryly, that after so many hours of labor I might as well have held out one more so it could have been the eleventh hour. I guess my sense of history wasn't that acute when I was that small.) When I was little, my dad was in the Army overseas and I attended a school run by the Department of Defense. The Department of Defense takes Veteran's Day rather more seriously than most people, so every year I got my birthday off as a holiday. (None of the schools I attended thereafter considered it a no-school holiday, alas.)
Now it's that I know that, on my birthday, many of the blogs and LJs I read will be full of people writing about fields in France and war and death and peace and grief and remembrance, and poppies. It's not a bad way to have a birthday, if a bit melancholy.
In ten years, my birthday will be on the hundredth anniversary of the Armistice.
(My plans for today involve Thai food for dinner, and that's about it. More exciting plans for later.)
It's interesting to share a birthday with Veteran's/Armistice Day. I was born on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, in Germany -- but at just a little after ten in the morning. (My mom always said, wryly, that after so many hours of labor I might as well have held out one more so it could have been the eleventh hour. I guess my sense of history wasn't that acute when I was that small.) When I was little, my dad was in the Army overseas and I attended a school run by the Department of Defense. The Department of Defense takes Veteran's Day rather more seriously than most people, so every year I got my birthday off as a holiday. (None of the schools I attended thereafter considered it a no-school holiday, alas.)
Now it's that I know that, on my birthday, many of the blogs and LJs I read will be full of people writing about fields in France and war and death and peace and grief and remembrance, and poppies. It's not a bad way to have a birthday, if a bit melancholy.
In ten years, my birthday will be on the hundredth anniversary of the Armistice.
(My plans for today involve Thai food for dinner, and that's about it. More exciting plans for later.)