What was the most newsworthy or historically important event on what you can reasonably calculate to be the day you were conceived?
For me:
The British liner Llandovery Castle was sailing from Gibraltar to Marseilles carrying 100 passengers when it hit a naval mine off Cap de Creus. A large hole was torn in its hull but it managed to limp to Port-Vendres.
Very little. The Indo-Pakistani Bangladesh Liberation War ended a few weeks earlier, and not much else happened around the point when I was conceived (Xmas- New Year’s 1971).
New Year’s evening/morning most likely.
September 18 - 26th, 1972. Not much was going on during that week. That is probably why I was conceived then.
A fighter plane crashed into an ice cream shop in California killing 12 children and 11 adults. I never heard about that incident until I just looked it up but it was one of the only notable news stories. Oh, the WIC program was also started then.
My uncle’s 21st birthday party, which my parents organized, and whose pictures I have seen. Yeah, I was a little sick when I did the maths.
January 29-Feb 6, 1958.
Feb 1: Egypt and Syria unite to form the United Arab Republic.
I was conceived right around the time Kennedy was inaugurated as President.
That would mean I’d need to think about my parents having sex. :eek: :eek: :eek:
Damn you, jtur88! :mad:
The Postmaster General announced the introduction of a Zoning Improvement Plan (ZIP) Code.
Jon Stewart was born 9 months to the day before I was.
OTOH, the day I was born was one of the most significant of the 20th century in the U.S.: the day of the March on Washington and Martin Luther King, Jr.'s “I Have A Dream” speech.
My wife was born on the day my parents got married. I was born 9 months and 5 days later.
I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure alcohol was involved.
According to onthisday.com, absolutely nothing.
New Years morning, just after midnight. It was the 4th time my parents ever had sex.
And Operation Bodenplatte was launched by the Germans. (No correlation between these two events.)
End of January, 1960. A good time for having sex.
You could go to the movies and see Our Man in Havana with Alec Guinness and Ernie Kovacs. Good movie. Also Fellini’s La Dolce Vita. Allen Drury’s big political novel Advise and Consent was on the top of the bestseller list. Marty Robbins’ “El Paso” was in the top ten song list.
how do you know what day you were conceived? most parents don’t know, and it’s pretty hard to narrow it down just going by day of birth. You could easily be weeks off.
I was born May 10 1946. Just over nine months earlier, August 6 1945, the US dropped the first atom bomb on Hiroshima. Three days later was the bombing of Nagasaki. Japan officially surrendered on August 15. My guess is that my parents waited until they were absolutely sure my dad wouldn’t be sent to war. Either that or the requisite 4 years had passed since my older sister was conceived.
My parents could apparently conceive at will, but also meticulously planned waaaay ahead. Their plan was that both their children (no more than two were planned or conceived) would be exactly 4 years apart so that both would not be in college at the same time. Mind, no one in the entire history of either side of the family had ever gotten beyond a high school education until I did so.
I just took my birthday and rolled it back nine months. I don’t think the OP is grading you. This is MPSIMS, after all.
Oh no … oh man … there was a church dedicated to someone’s pancreas in Chicago that day:
[whimper] … Cit-fucking-tation … that’s just depressing.
This doesn’t include the 138 hours of hard labor my mother screamed at me my whole life, my understanding is that was hyperbole … but I did grant the two-and-a-half weeks late for the dear woman
I know. My father needed a few drinks in him, and he only drank on New Year’s. Mom had his drinks lined up early on the 31st.
My aunt’s first wedding. The wedding went ok, the marriage didn’t.
It’s the only weekend my parents spent together over three months, by the time they got together again a month later for vacation Mom already had morning sickness and couldn’t stand the sight of fried eggs (Dad’s favorite breakfast), size at birth matches her counting. So unless someone wants to posit that I’m a bastard, I know when and where was I made.