The number has multiple meanings. It’s a Lucas number, which is similar to the Fibonacci sequence, howeeever... not being a math enthusiast, other things come to mind for me:
Significantly, especially these days, is the Spirit of ’76, the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Last June 2024, I was in Philadelphia, where that amazing treasure of history was signed by the esteemed Founding Fathers of our Democracy.
There’s also 76 Trombones (The Music Man – Meredith Wilson), where Harold Hill does his best with the townspeople of River City, Iowa, to help them visualize their children playing in a marching band to dissuade them from the pool hall and inevitable juvenile delinquency.
76 gas stations get a pass, because who wants to think about gas prices these days?
My brother was born on September 9, three years my senior.
My first husband, John Stanley, two years older than me celebrated on the 17th, the day before mine (he usually forgot mine, one of the casualties of that marriage.)
My husband, Breeze, passed away on Sept 11. And, of course, that date is unforgettable for everyone.
September 21 marks
the last day of summer/first day of fall, always a tough time for me, having
had too few walks on the beach, lazy days in the sun, dips in the lake.
Thank you for all the birthday good wishes today, counting
over a hundred so far and it’s not quite noon, as I write this. I am blessed.
Onward. There are things to do, places to go, people
to meet. No matter the age, I will always be young at heart (as long as I avoid
mirrors and reflective windows.)
Thanks for reading
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