Published at Friday, December 29th 2017. by Ora Lamb in Happy Bitrthday.
People celebrate lots of events every year. We may celebrate religious holidays, or we may celebrate anniversaries that mark the big events in our nation is history, like the Fourth of July, or in human history, but what significance do our own birthdays have? Most of us dont change the world. Most of us do not lead noteworthy lives. We live our lives in quiet anonymity, and the world would keep on turning even if we did never been born.
I have never gone to bed on my birthday night exhausted, but in past years, I have gone to my bed disappointed. I am sure now you can understand why. It is not like my expectations of my birthday are that high, right? I mean, do not fairy godmothers come to you and make your fantasies come true? I know many people are wondering, like me, where their fairy godmother is... especially on a day when it is your special day. I am still waiting for her to arrive... and when she does, my most excellent dreams will be my fabulous reality. This year seems like a good year. Then again, does that mean she will only come once in a lifetime or can she come once a year? After all, it is my birthday, Im allowed to be a little selfish.
How Far Can You Fly Your Airplane Game:
In this game while the music plays all the players move around. As soon as the music stops all the players need to stop and become a statue. Whoever moves is out of the game. Keep playing the music as long as you want and then give all the participants a nice gift.
My reality. Year after year after year, this never happens. You would think I would learn by now, but I still have not. I still go to bed thinking I will wake up and feel older, wiser, smarter... something. I never do. I guess this is where my birthday disappointment begins. To be honest, I do not recall having any excellent dreams the night before my birthdays. If I do, they have never been fulfilled. In all of my birthdays, none of them have consisted of confetti or feeling like a Queen. I know the sun comes up every day, although I can still think, on my birthday, it came up just for me. It did not choose its color, based on my opinion. I have never received flowers or balloons on my birthday, which is sheer tragic. I have longed and desired for a surprise birthday party, but that one still has only happened in my dreams. I remember all of my friends and family birthdays but very few seem to remember mine. If they do, I do not receive a phone call. I sometimes do not get to go out to dinner for my birthday. If I do, it is the usual restaurant. The only adventure I have had is thinking about the adventure I do like to have. The last spectacular event I attended on my birthday was... well, I do not remember ever having one. I have never met the man of my dreams, although I still hold out hope. It might be interesting for all of my friends to meet. Have you ever wondered how that would be for all of your friends, whom you talk about with your other friends, to meet? I have never received a toast or a letter in any capacity, although the thought is a nice one.
The Happy Birthday Song story starts in Kentucky with 2 sisters called Mildred J. Hill (born in 1859), and Patty Smith Hill (born in 1868). Another sister called Jessica also played a role, but more on that later. Patty was a nursery school teacher (and eventually principle) who helped found the Institute of Child Welfare Research and Columbia in 1924, and also created the Patty Hill Blocks used in schools nationwide. Mildred, like her sister, also started out as a kindergarten and Sunday school teacher but she eventually became a concert pianist and composer, she took a very scholarly approach to music and specialised in the field of Negro spirituals.