March is finally here
It is far from my favorite month, and it seems like it took a long time coming, but hallelujah, it's finally here. Of course I'm talking about that notoriously rambunctious, fickle, capricious March. It teases, it freezes, it frustrates and sometimes even surprises, but I am always glad to see it blow, or saunter in, in spite of its questionable reputation.
About six nights ago when I went to bed, it was still blustery February, whose very name conjures up mental images of sudden snowstorms, really cold nights, and of all things, a pampered groundhog who always manages to see his shadow.
About eight hours later, I reluctantly left my warm bed, but only at the urging of my walking alarm clock (my cat), who jumps onto my bed and pats my face every morning. I then walked, not too briskly, down the stairs and immediately went to turn a page on my personal picture calendar, retiring the face of my beautiful, blonde-haired great-granddaughter, Maddie, to the pages of time, revealing the word "March" and a picture of Eli Ashton Eicher, a handsome 3-year-old grandson.
Yep! It was March all right, and I had definitely chosen the right photo for that turbulent month, because he is, like March, calm and cute one minute and cute and bursting with energy the next. Just ask his older brother!
There's not much going on in March except Ash Wednesday, but that took place on the very first day of the month this year of our Lord, 2006.
Then there is nothing of major interest until the Irish (or anyone else who chooses to join in the fun) celebrate St. Patrick's Day with the "wearin' of the green," some with green beer, some with prayers, parades and shamrocks.
I suppose you could say that's "the luck of the Irish," having a great holiday to celebrate almost in the middle of a lackluster month. Even better is their good fortune of being able to rightfully claim that Irish singer, Daniel O'Donnell, as their own.
Of course there are, according to a very informative calendar we once had, plenty of things that happened in March down through the years. Looking way back to the seventh day of March 1876, Alexander G. Bell finally patented his invention known as a telephone. And wouldn't he be surprised to see so many people talking on a tiny contraption while driving a car, walking in a mall, eating in a restaurant, standing in line at a check-out lane -- all because of him and his original invention. Who would have thought!
It was on the fourth day of March, way back in 1789, that the U.S. Constitution took effect, and it was on March 5 that Winston Churchill made his famous Iron Curtain speech. Many years later my fourth grandson was born on March 5. He was, and is, a great addition to the world.
By the way, do you remember that in 1979, on the 28th day of March, panic reigned in parts of good, old Pennsylvania as they lived through a frightening nuclear accident at Three Mile Island?
I will always recall that because a personal tragedy took place a short time later: our mom, also known as grandma and great-grandma, departed this earth peacefully, having made it a better place by her presence.
Well, I would say we are down to the wire on this one, and I hope there was something here for everyone. At least I tried, but knowing you can't please them all, I recalled a convenient quote from Henry David Thoreau (really, I copied it from a book): "The fault-finder will find faults even in Paradise."
Oh, I truly hope not!