I despise February, don’t you? It is the big, bad Monday of the calendar year. Here in the Midwest, the weather sucks, skies are gloomy, everyone (besides you) is cranky, and the 28 days allotted to it last for 16 weeks. However, as I have mentioned before, my personality type is P for Pollyanna, and when I took a long, hard look at February, I discovered:
- February 1: Hattie Caraway (1878-1950) the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate, was born in Bakersville, Tennessee. She served a total of 14 years.
- February 2: Irish novelist and poet James Joyce (1882-1941) was born in Dublin, Ireland.
- February 3: My friend Nancy Rairdon was born. Our friendship has been one of the greatest gifts of my life.
- February 6, 1895 - Babe Ruth was born.
- February 7, 1812 - Charles Dickens was born. In 1843, he wrote A Christmas Carol in just a few weeks, an enormously popular work even today. I won’t say I became a writer because of him, but that little story has added joy to every Christmas of my life.
- February 11, 1847 - Thomas Edison was born. Throughout his lifetime he acquired over 1,200 patents including the incandescent bulb, phonograph and movie camera. He said, "Genius is one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration."
- February 12, 1809 – Abraham Lincoln, my favorite president, was born. We will skip the history lesson on him—if you don’t already know it, look it up.
- February 14. Valentine’s Day.
- February 15, 1820 – Susan B. Anthony was born. She worked tirelessly for woman's suffrage and in 1872 was arrested after voting in the presidential election. Thank you, Ms. Anthony.
- February 22 – George Washington was born. Remember what I said about Abraham Lincoln? Same goes.
- February 26 – Our youngest son, Jeremy Sean Flaherty, was born. So was Buffalo Bill.
So, yeah, like I said, February’s one of my favorite months. I knew that all along.