I was born on August 6th, my grandfather on August 5th, my youngest son on August 8th, my mom on August 9th and my cousin on August 10th.
The most important historical event associated with my birthday was it being an anniversary of the dropping of the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Yay me.
That’s what I’ve always thought. My birthday is a few days from November 6th. I’ve told friends that I’m a “love child”. :eek: Yeah, weird looks follow.
December 9th; my father and brother were both born on December 5th. With our birthdays being all so close together and in the same month as Christmas they never were that big an individual deal in the family; my mother got more of a celebration for hers in February.
My brother was born on New Years Day. Mom went into labor on NYE, and Dad kept trying to get her to push him out before the ball dropped (no pun intended), just for the tax break. The doctor had him removed from the delivery room. My brother was born around 3am.