Eisenhower warned against intervention in Vietnam.
Some figure skaters won some championships.
Sounds like it was a dull day. Unless you were a figure skater, of course.
Is there some trick to finding out this date? because I can’t remember if I was “late” and isn’t it all an estimate anyway?
Records for those times were slight, and for my region even slighter. Counting back 9 months from my date of birth tells me that the first trial flight of the Concorde happened then. The best selling book was Portnoy’s Complaint, and the top selling single (in the UK, though that’s not where I was conceived) was this monstrosity by Paul McCartney’s brother.
My dad was arrested in a public toilet block, I fulfilled my life’s purpose by proving his heterosexuality in court a few months later as a bump.
Counting back nine months, and adding the two weeks I was overdue, brings us right to my father’s birthday. In theory, I don’t suppose my parents having sex on that date is any more disturbing than any other date, but… Ewww.
Just think, you weren’t a blowjob.
On or about July 6, 1949, per TonySinclair’s link:
I thought that was for 20 minutes, in 1960.
My parents celebrated their 20th anniversary.
I heard that the sun and the moon stood still the day I was conceived.
June 14, 1983 was just a dull day all around, from what I can tell.
The Pope went to Poland.
“WHFS Radio in Bethesda, MD, one of the premier progressive radio stations in the country, goes off the air, June 14, 1983. It does come back to radio later, in a new town.” (I’ve never lived in Maryland or anywhere on the East Coast, but, oddly enough, I think a distant branch of my dad’s side with my rather unusual last name ended up in that state.)
In short, Reagan was in office, “Flashdance (What A Feeling)” was on the radio, and my parents would have their first child nine months later.
What else?.
As if that wasn’t historical enough?
Same here. New Years Eve, 1955.
Couple of comets, sun and moon danced in the sky, ranks of singing angels in the sky. You know, the usual.
Oh, and Nevil Shute died. No, I wasn’t conceived on the beach. I don’t think so, anyway.
If my calculations are correct, I think I know what my mom got for Mother’s Day.
According to Wikipedia, nothing. I’m brackets by shipwrecks (Wikipedia is obsessed with shipwrecks) but me? Nada.