You didn't really want to read about the Diet of Worms, did you? |
Note: This
was written before the sad news of the death of Pete Seeger reached me. I’m posting it now, but look for a new entry
on Pete to follow. Just another example
of how events sometimes cause a blogger to be nimble.
Faithful
readers of this little “lemonade stand at the far end of cul-de-sac” often ask how I pick the topics for my historical
pieces, many of which seem to be obscure or exotic. The process is simple, if haphazard. I
consult a number of on-line history calendars, many of them
specialized—labor, women, Black, music, baseball, etc. But almost every day I
start at Wikipedia’s OnThis Day…feature because it is
exhaustive and amazingly diverse.
Glancing
down today’s entries, a number caught my eye, some of which I have already
used. And some ignited my inner smart
ass.
Take
for instance, this one: 1393—King Charles VI of France is nearly killed when several dancers’ costumes catch fire
during a masquerade ball. Not enough information for a blog post, but I
wanted to scream at the computer screen “And it didn’t do anything for the
health of the dancers, either!”
Or: 1521—The Diet
of Worms begins, lasting until May 25.
It was an important event in the Protestant
Reformation but would make stupefyingly dull reading. Yet tempted to write something just so I
could use the joke, “The Diet of Worms lasted until May 25 when it was
superseded by the Vegan Diet of Tofu.” Thankfully, you were spared….
Then
comes: 1547—Henry VIII dies. His nine-year-old son, Edward VI becomes King, and the first Protestant ruler of England. Ok, back when I first started a daily almanac feature as paragraph long
shorts—how many readers yearn for me to return to such admirable brevity—I used
this one. The entry ran in
toto:
Nine year old Edward VI became King of England and Ireland
on January 28, 1553 upon the death of his father, Henry VIII. The frail boy’s
short six year reign was marked by court intrigue and rule by “protectors”
appointed by a Regency Council. The first, Edward Seymour, Duke of
Somerset, pursued a moderate policy against Catholics. He was ousted and
executed by John Dudley, Earl of Warwick and later Duke of Northumberland who oversaw the
transformation of the Church of England
into a Protestant body and persecuted Catholics. The young King’s reign was also marked by two
failed wars—one to force the Scots
to betroth their young Queen Mary to
her cousin Edward and thus unite the kingdoms, and another against perennial
foe France. Dudley compelled the tubercular young king to
name his cousin Lady Jane Grey as
his heir to prevent the accession of his Catholic half-sister Mary.
The scheme failed and Jane ruled for only nine days before Mary was set
on the throne. Despite all of the high
drama swirling around him, Edward is best remembered today—at least on this
side of the pond—for inspiring Mark
Twain’s The Prince and the Pauper.
See? Neat, quick, and to the point. These days I would prattle on for pages until
you would wish to put out of your misery by a Royal Headsman.
In
the earliest years of the Wiki list, entries tend to be like this, all about
kings, queens, emperors, Popes, and
their trials and successions. Or they
are about long forgotten battles in obscure wars. Remarkably, this date seems unusually clear
of such conflicts. So no military
history posts today.
How
about a lexicographic factoid?: 1754—Horace
Walpole coins the word serendipity
in a letter to Horace Mann. After noting that the second guy was not the educational reformer or founder of an insurance company, I would have been
compelled to write something like, “It was entirely serendipitous that two guys
named Horace actually knew one another.”
Spoke
too soon about missing those obscure battles:
1846—The Battle of Aliwal, India, is won by British troops commanded by Sir
Harry Smith. Ooops!
Here’s
one I liked so much I used twice! 1887—In
a snowstorm at Fort Keogh, Montana, the world’s largest snowflakes
are reported, 15 inches (38 cm) wide and 8 inches (20 cm) thick:
The winter of 1886-87 was the most brutal
ever recorded over a wide swath of the West. East of the Rocky Mountains from Indian
Territory to Montana storm after
storm dumped white stuff on the open range where much of the nation’s beef was
raised. The Great Blizzard of ’87, which lasted for ten days from January 9 to
19, was worst in Montana. Sixteen inches
of snow came down the first 16 hours amid driving winds and temperatures that
dipped to -47˚. And it just kept coming.
Cattle, already weakened by a summer drought
and poor grass, floundered and died by the hundreds of thousands. As ranchers began to try to dig out of drifts
that covered their cabins and reached high lofts of their barns, they hoped
things would get better.
But on January
29 at Fort Keogh near Miles City in southeastern Montana huge
flakes began to fall. And I mean
huge. Flakes were gathered and measured
at 15 inches across and 8 inches thick weighing several ounces. Men, horses, and cattle were actually injured
by the falling flakes, the largest ever recorded anywhere. The reports we so outlandish that they might
have been dismissed as tall tales had they not been witnessed and attested to
by a whole Army post.
More blizzards
fallowed in February. When the spring
thaw finally came, coincidentally unleashing devastating floods, the corpses of
millions of cattle littered the plains.
The industry was virtually wiped out and the old system of open range
feeding never recovered.
So, campers, I
know it’s been a rough winter a lot of places.
But thank your lucky stars the flakes of Fort Keogh did not fall again.
Here’s
one good for a post, heavy on the tongue in cheek: 1896—Walter
Arnold of East Peckham, Kent becomes the first person to be
convicted of speeding. He was fined
1 shilling, plus costs, for speeding
at 8 mph (13 km/h), thus exceeding the contemporary speed limit of 2 mph (3.2
km/h).
And
here are two for my inner rail and transportation lore geek: 1855—A locomotive
on the Panama Canal Railway, runs
from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean for the first time. 1917—Municipally-owned
streetcars take to the streets of San
Francisco.
Pop
culture any one?: 1956—Elvis Presley makes his first US television appearance. 1958—The Lego
company patents the design of its Lego bricks, still compatible with bricks
produced today.
Been
there, done that: 1965—The current
design of the Flag of Canada is
chosen by an act of Parliament.
Here’s
a heavy one: 1986—Space Shuttle program: STS-51-L
mission—Space Shuttle Challenger
explodes after liftoff killing all seven astronauts on board. Watched this one live with two year old
daughter Maureen before taking her
to day care and going to my second
shift job as a school custodian. Mark this for a future memoir piece.
You
get the drift. Lots to choose from. And I haven’t even plumbed the long lists of
births and deaths. Of those I have used
the French novelist Collette twice,
mostly for the giddy thrill of being able to post a semi-nude photo of her dolled up as Cleopatra.
You
can see that some days it takes nearly as long to pick a blog topic as to write
an entry.
What
do you think? Which should I
choose? Or should I just post this tap dance and say to hell with it?
Colette, one more time just for the thrill of it.... |
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