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Saturday Sillies


The next few jokes were sent to me by my Mom. I threw a couple jokes

out, due to poor taste. My Mom’s California friend, sometimes is not

as ‘choosy’ or careful to be appropriate for all readers. I presented some

to my lunch mates and orally delivered one to the group at break time.

I asked what they thought of these jokes? They agreed these were funny

along with being acceptable and some were laughed at a lot.


Hope this satisfies your Saturday Sillies. It may be like your childhood

‘cartoon mornings’ or just plain give you the giggles at their absurdity.


Here is a series that may have been used in the old days. While I was

growing up in the suburbs of Cleveland and the fine late Saturday night

humor was dealt out by “Big Chuck and Houlihan.” Later Houlihan went

off to Florida, so it was then called, “The Big Chuck and Little John Show.”

Little John had been a ‘sidekick’ to Big Chuck and Houlihan. Then, he got

his ‘lucky break’ and got his name in lights!

This was a set of comedy sketches, perfectly timed during commercial breaks

while Grade C or Grade D movies were being shown. Sometimes, silly sound

effects like glass breaking or a woman shrieking not at a scary part, were

inserted. I am wondering if you have ever had a local television ‘program’

with a host or set of hosts, creating comic relief, during scary or ridiculously

plotted shows?

The program’s time slot was after the Saturday night news show. My parents

would sometimes sit up and watch with us, especially if we were in middle


Once upon a time, longer than when I was watching television as a teenager,

this time period was filled by an even older program called, “The Ghoul’s


Then “Ghoulardi” took over from the “Ghoul.” This memorable television

is played back, remembered with nostalgia by many older Cleveland

people. Around Halloween every year, they have some of these shows

“re-aired” or “replayed” on one of the Cleveland, Ohio’s networks. There

is also enough of these fans, to fill a convention hall with the theme

of “The Ghoul” and his predecessor,  “Ghoulardi.”

Maybe these people are in their sixties? I am not quite sure, but I have

two Cleveland friends who always ask me if I have any articles about

the convention, taken from my Mom’s newspaper.

I have heard that somewhere in Ohio, teenagers laughed at the skits

on “Chiller Thriller Theater.” The Big Chuck and Houlihan show would

aim their jokes at “Polish” people, so we had jokes about Polish high top

jeans and wearing Polish white socks with black shoes. Then, the mirror

balls in gardens and pink flamingos were aimed at, too. (They considered

this to be so ‘out of style.’ You can still see these in yards and also, added

to this ‘mix,’ sometimes a goose with different holiday costumes.) They

narrowly missed the censors, with several ‘edgy’ Polish sausage jokes, too!


Anyway, since my youngest daughter is a ‘blonde,’ who is kind of ‘spacey’

we have changed these “Polish jokes” over the years, to Blonde Jokes. The

next ones will be labeled, “silly man” or “silly woman,” and you may decide

if there needs to be a different label, when you go to retell them! This series

was a ‘hit’ among the break time group, including Melvin, Tammy, Corey,

Felda and Trevinal. Felda said in the Philippines, their way of making fun

of someone is o begin the joke, “The Tourist. . .” (walked into a bar or



A ‘silly man’s’ dog went missing and he was frantic.

His wife said, “Why don’t you put an ad in the paper?”

He does, but two weeks later the dog is still missing.

“What did the ad say?” The wife questioned her husband.

“Here boy!” he replied.

(Instead of ‘silly,’ he is ‘clueless!’)


A ‘silly woman’ is in jail.

The guard looks in the cell and sees her hanging by her feet.

“Just WHAT are you doing there, missy?”

The ‘silly woman’ responded, “I am hanging myself.”

The guard told her, “It should be around your neck.”

The ‘silly lady’ says, “I tried that, but then I couldn’t breathe.”



A ‘silly’ tourist asks a ‘silly’ tour guide,

“Why do scuba divers always fall backwards off their boats?”

The guide who was ‘pulling the tourist’s leg’ answered,

“If they fell forward, they’d still be in the boat!”


This story is called,

“The Light Turned Yellow.”

The light turned yellow, just in front of him.

He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk,

even though he could have beaten the red light.

He could have accelerated right through the



Behind him, the tailgating woman was furious and

honked her horn,

she yelled out profanities,

as she missed her chance to get through the

intersection. She ended up dropping her cell

phone and makeup, too.


As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap

on her window and looked up into the face

of a very serious police officer. The officer

ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.


He took her to the police station where she was

searched, fingerprinted, photographed and placed

in a holding cell.


After a couple of hours later, a policeman approached

the cell and opened it up.  She was escorted back to

the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting

with her personal effects.


He said, “I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled

up behind your car while you were blowing your horn,

flipping the guy off in front of you and cussing a ‘blue streak’

at him.




“I noticed the nice bumper stickers on the back of your car. You

have “Choose Life,’ “Follow me to Sunday School,” a “Be Kind to

Animals” emblem and you have a ‘Baby on Board,’ sticker also.”




“So, naturally I assumed you had stolen the car!”


The last story of the day may offend a few people, but remember my 85

year old Mom thought this was “worthy” of putting in my blog. You may

just want to skip it!


“Nature Lover”


A woman who was a ‘tree loving, tree hugging, anti-gun possession’

native of Los Angeles purchased a piece or plot of timberland up north

in the state of Washington.

There was a large tree on one of the highest points of the tract.

She wanted a good view of the natural splendor of her land, so she

decided to climb the majestic tree.


As she neared the top of the tree, she encountered a spotted owl that

attacked her.

In her haste to escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground.

She got many splinters in her crotch, and in considerable pain she

drove to the nearest hospital.

She went into the ER and told the doctor that she was an environmentalist,

anti-guns and anti-hunting person, who had recently bought some land

in the area. She described the spotted owl incident and proceeded to tell

the doctor how she got all the splinters in her crotch.

The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her he

would be right back, to wait in the examining room #1.

The woman sat, read magazines, got up and sat back down. She used the

restroom and finally, three hours later, the doctor reappeared.


The upset woman exclaimed, “What took you so long?”


The doctor from Washington State, where he enjoyed going out in nature

and hunting during the appropriate season, but also was not pleased with

her views said:

“Well, I had to get permits from the  Environmental Protection Agency,

the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management.”


The angry woman shouted, “Why on Earth did you have to do that!?!”


“These were the contacts I had to get permission from to remove ‘old

growth timber’ from a ‘recreational area’ so close to a ‘waste treatment



Now, that was funny after all, wasn’t it?

I am chuckling and I knew the punch line, anyway!

Do you have a ‘safe’ and non-derogatory ‘label’ for the one who is the

‘brunt’ of your family jokes?

As I mentioned, we used to tease my youngest daughter who took after my

Swedish Grandpa M. with blonde hair. She seriously was in high school  one

time when over a holiday we were playing Rummy 500. She asked this ‘silly’

question: (We don’t call our own family members ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid.’)

“How many cards are in a set and how many cards are in a pair?”


In the old days, I enjoyed the Road Runner, Poor Wily Coyote, Mr. Magoo, and a

puppet show called Kukla, Fran and Ollie.  These days, I would recommend the

NBC Saturday Morning Cartoons, with “Zou” a zebra with an intergenerational

family, “Chica,” the “Costume Shop” and “Noodle and Doodle.”


Have a fun-filled weekend, my friends out there, wherever your ‘sillies’ take you!






Celebrate Global Advocacy


Today is World Humanitarian Day, declared by the United Nations in 2008, to give

tribute to ones who died in the 2003 bombing of the U.N. Headquarters in Baghdad.

On that day, the Special Representative of the Secretary-General to Iraq was killed,

Sergio Vieira de Mello and 21 others who were not in any military personnel duty,

but were public servants. These ‘voiceless victims” gave up their lives. This honors

all those who are negotiators, compromisers, and humanitarians who chose such lofty

goals as World Peace as part of their life’s purpose.


World Humanitarian Day, August 19th,  is a wonderful result of collaboration

between countries. The country where Sergio Vieira de Mello originated, Brazil,

along with Switzerland, France and Japan helped to steer, then ‘table’ the draft

of the resolution. International foundations worked tirelessly to promote this

and it came about six years ago.


Donations, to UNICEF, an organization that has Sudan at the top of their ‘needy’

countries’  list are welcome. They ask this to be done in honor of this celebration

for the victims of crimes against humanitarians and their families.


A meaningful expression that I found while looking this up was:

“Light up your map” by supporting and sending money to UNICEF, with “our global

advocates” in mind.


Humanitarian. What an inspiring and amazing kind of person.


I hope this post will encompass this theme, along with including my own

observations and something recently discussed among my grandchildren.

After we watched Fievel, in his original role in the animated children’s film

from 1986, my grandsons were talkative. Lots of subjects came out of this

movie, my introduction to the fact that they had immigrants in their family

tree, from my side of the family, (their mother’s side) from Germany, Sweden,

Scotland and England. Then, one of the two boys, has African as one fourth

of his blood, while the other boy has many overlapping countries from his

Daddy’s and Mommy’s sides, of the German, Swede, Scot and English tribes.

While we were happily going all over the subject, they mentioned that their

Mimi and Poppy had the song, “Somewhere Out There,” as part of their wedding

music. This is the theme song from the movie, “An American Tail.”

In my oldest grandson’s memory, he came up with “Coming to America,” as a

song he had learned from his music teacher at school. I was amazed, that he put

these two songs together. Since this song is also about immigration. I mentioned

that it is one of my all-time favorite songs, sung by Neil Diamond.

They, of course, said, “Who?”

I didn’t even try to get them to recall who he was, since that would mean a whole

other discussion.

Just for your information, this song came out before, “An American Tail,” the

children’s film about immigration. “Coming to America,” was on the soundtrack

for the movie and album, “The Jazz Singer” (1980). The album’s hit single, made it

to the top of the charts, in 1981, making Diamond’s sixth ‘hit single’ at the time.

The theme of the song is to embrace the history of immigration, starting from

the 1900’s up until today. Interestingly, one of the lyrics’ passages includes his

repeating, “They’re coming to America… Today! They’re coming to America…”

When Neil Diamond performs this song live, he substitutes this audience

participation phrase, “Stand up for America… Today! Stand up for America…”


When we talked about their own heritage, my oldest grandson asked why is it

that he had overheard this question while recently at the zoo,

“Why don’t people talk English? If they can’t talk English, they should go back

to where they came from!”

I was looking at him, hoping and praying he would not reveal that it was

anyone he knew that said these rather ‘hateful’ words.

The next thing Sky said surprised me. He had apparently been thinking for some time

about the comments. This was only two weeks’ ago, when his parents had taken both

boys for an employee appreciation day at Zoombezi Bay, part of the Columbus Zoo.

Skyler said, “If people feel more comfortable talking to each other, then it should

be okay to use their country’s language, don’t you think, Nana?”

I smiled and said,

“My Filipino friends talk English with their spouses and almost always with

their children, too. But you know Felda and her two children, Kridia Dawn

and Zachary?”

The boys looked serious and nodded.

The youngest one piped up,

“Maybe they like to hear their Mommy speak her language if she sings songs.”

(Felda does have a beautiful voice, they had heard it at one of their many parties,

because part of the ‘games’ is to sing karaoke, adults and children, too.)

“Exactly! Good job, Micah!” I exclaimed.

I continued to explain why my good Filipino friends use their ‘homeland’s


“Felda wants her kids to know what her language was, so they will recognize

some words, each time they travel back to see their grandmother there in the


Skyler got pensive again, my ‘serious thinker!’

“I am so glad you live close to us. By speaking Filipino with their grandma,

this would make her so happy, wouldn’t it? Do they talk on the phone or

Skype with her?”

I think my grandkids are all so ‘tech-savvy’ I forget about this new ‘age’ stuff.

“Yes, I am sure they do. But I will ask about this, I have seen them Skype at

work, for Felda’s or Mary Jane’s mother’s birthday together. I don’t know why

they would not Skype with the children to see her and share with her, at home.”

I was winding down on this subject and added this comment,

“They sit separately at work, while eating lunch and on their breaks, to

chatter happily and quickly about their personal lives.”

Skyler mentioned that it would be ‘cool’ to be able to have a hidden spy code

language, to talk to your friends in.

I agreed,

“So, when people say these things, I think they may be misunderstanding why

the ones who are using another language are doing this. A different reason may

be,  they are overhearing visitors from another country or ‘foreigners.’ Just like

we like to travel, someday I hope you will go to another country. You may wish to

use the language of that country but you may look for someone who understands

English. When foreigners visit, they seek out our cultural places, like museums

and zoos. Sometimes, there is no one who knows their language but there are

special headphones and language tapes, to help them to understand what they

are seeing. ”


It was funny how Micah was taking this all in, which is unusual. He interrupted

my final statement to interject,

“What do you think about when people ask me if my Daddy is a terrorist? Are

they trying to be funny? It makes him so mad!”

Micah’s Daddy’s father is black. For some reason, even when he wears his hair

in an ‘afro’ or braids, people think he looks like someone from Iraq or Iran. I

tried not to smile because he’s made some jokes about trying to go to the airport

and being held back, if he were ever wishing to travel internationally. He will use

a Robert Kline kind of comment, “I just picture the guards taking me down, then

I am lying on the floor using my Ohio accent, telling them I was born here!” I know

he doesn’t think it is funny and under the comic words, he is hiding his pain.

“It is not meant as an insult. If anything, the best way to answer people about

this, is to say, “Of course not! That’s my Daddy!”

I also told Micah that being able to see humor in such things and make light of

them, will carry him far in life.


Skyler summed this all up in one fantastic phrase, which he admits may have

come from the children’s animated movie, “Tarzan:”

“They are part of us. We are part of them.”


Referring to the song Phil Collins wrote for “Tarzan” (1999):

“You’ll Be in My Heart.”

“Why can’t they understand the way we feel?”

(The gorilla mother singing to human baby, Tarzan)

“They just don’t trust what they can’t explain.

I know we’re different but deep inside us,

We’re not that different at all.”



As far as language, it is true that~

I wish my Grandmother Mattson had taught me some German.

I wish my Grandfather had taught me some Swedish.

I watch that one television show, “Welcome to Sweden,” just to learn a few phrases.

I know my Dad learned a little Scottish and used a few phrases that are more ‘slang’

than anything else.


Matthew 5:9: “Blessed are the Peacemakers, for they will be called Children of God.”


Who do you consider a great humanitarian?

Do you feel we need to be more or less understanding to others, when it comes

to language barriers?

Be honest, we can learn from each other’s points of view.




Brief Ohio News Item


You may wonder why in the world is Robin writing a brief

Ohio news item? What is so important to break from the

heartwarming posts, stories and special finds to tell us

about a murder?

I wish to warn your family members to be extra cautious

if any should be in the profession of pizza delivery for

extra money. I have had many friends, of many different

ages and backgrounds, needing extra cash, and choosing to

deliver pizzas.

There was a 26 year old woman who may have been abducted

or had someone take her to a woods, there are not a lot of

facts about the reason for killing her, but she died last

night, Thursday December 26th. This was a young, friendly

single mother of two little children, a baby and a toddler.

This occurred in Muskingum County and her body was found in

Dillon State Park. State forensics team was there early this

morning and I am heartbroken, feeling sad for this young

mother who everyone has said, her photographs show a sunny

disposition and pretty girl face.

I hate to say this, but I would never want another woman to

take on this job! I think of endless creepy persons out there

who may choose to do awful things to the person, especially

in more desolate and remote areas.

They arrested her boyfriend as the alleged murderer, he is

“under suspicion.” I know it can happen to anyone, whether or

not they are driving up to stranger persons’ houses, and

like so many people who kill, the suspect is usually someone

you know. But, this story to me emphasized the danger in

this kind of position.

Those two precious children are now without a mother, just

one day after Christmas. It brings all of the other bad

things that happen in your own day, into perspective.

I do have many areas of the United States in my prayers

due to ice storms and other natural disasters. I still

continue to look at the horrible devastation in the

Philippines and keep them, also, in my prayers.

Over Christmas, a group of people in the Philippines, used

odds and ends, found in the rubble, to create a beautiful

Christmas tree. That made me think of how some people will

find the good in almost anything!

Leaving that small nugget to leave you hope…

Seven Adorable and Precious Angels


I attended my good friend, Felda’s son’s Rite of Baptism with my oldest

daughter and her son, Micah. We were in awe of the beauty in St. Mary’s

Catholic Church and I took some photos of the Virgin Mary, lovely stained

glass windows and most importantly, the seven little angels who were

doused with big dollops of water and the Holy Spirit.

I feel sharing the seven little cherubs’ first names will help you to picture

them better, include them for a moment in your thoughts and it will help

me later on, to remember their names in my prayers.








There was an abundance of baby boys as you can note from their names!

Zachary was blessed to have his grandmother come from New Jersey, she

is disabled and has difficulty getting places. It was so kind of her son,

Zach’s father, Jason’s brother to drive her for this special event. Felda called

it  a “christening” on her invitation given to me, to share with my oldest

daughter and family. The single sheet or program, passed at the door gave

a different title, “The Rite of Baptism.”

There was a beautiful black and white (resembling pen and ink) drawing

of an angel with wide outstretched wings on the program. The priest

who performed the service was a lovely African American man named

Rev. B. Augustine Okpe. He went around to each famiy before the service

and greeted them, asked for the name of each baby so he could try to

remember their last names’ pronunciation.

The first part of the service, I felt you may be interested in knowing is called,

“Liturgy of the Word.” This part encompassed scriptures, a homily, general

intercessions and the litany of the saints. The last part of this portion included

an explanation of the “Oil of Catechumens.” This is a blessed oil by honored

and respected persons above the level of the priest, Archbishops come to

consecrate the oil.

“Celebration of the Sacrament” includes blessing of the baptismal font,

renunciation of sin and profession of faith. It also had the beautiful individual

baptisms of each baby. The first family who was presented the baby was not

the least phased by the water splashing, each one after were a little fussy but

no great wailing ensued! I wondered about the temperature of the water, I

also wondered of the ease of the babies accepting the splashes of water. It

was not like the Episcopalian baptism my oldest daughter was given, with

a sprinkle and a cross drawn on her forehead with the reverend’s thumb

gently placed. (She wondered about this, I told her after the service, she

was only three months old and her godparents were nontraditional, in

that we chose both my brothers. My youngest brother married about 12

years later, telling his wife she was a “guest godparent!”

The next part was titled “Explanatory Rites”

In this part, the anointing after Baptism, using the oil and called, “Chrism”

was performed. The words,

“In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost” are said while the oil

is put on the baby’s forehead in the sign of the cross.

Instructions regarding baptismal garment were given, the godparents

were told to come forward to light a candle from the “Baptismal Candle”

and take it back to where the baby’s families were seated. The next part

I did not hear the explanation or missed it, maybe Micah “squirmed” or

caught my eye but this part sounds interesting, you may investigate on

your own, or if Catholic, explain in the comments section:

“Prayer over Ears and Mouth,” called the “Ephphatha ” was the last of the

Explanatory Rites.

The Conclusion of Rite included the Lord’s Prayer, Blessings and Dismissal.

In the dismissal, attending friends and family were told that there would be

a Reception of the Children, in the rear of the sanctuary. This was more of

a receiving line, than a reception (in my mind that would include food and


We proceeded to the Fire Station, located on  S.Rtes. 36/37 where we helped

prepare the room for Felda, Jason, Kridia Dawn and Zachary’s arrival. Mary

Jane, her husband, James also helped. “M.J.” looked lovely in her purple dress

and James looked very handsome in his suit. They were named Zachary’s


I have permission to use Zachary’s names (but not his last name.)

Zachary James Nelson (and there is a last name, too!)

I am going to list the delicious filipino dishes, along with the ones we

and guest brought, too.

Filipino food included:

“adobo” or “humba” (pronounced hoombah) which can be either

chicken or pork, cooked in a spicy sauce that includes soy sauce.

There were rice noodles by themselves.

“lumpia” (egg or spring rolls) where the meat is prepared ahead with

different vegetables and drained well. Then the phyllo is laid out and

the “stuffing” put in.  Felda fries them in a light canola oil until they

are turned light brown on all sides. These are delicious and not heavy

tasting,  the lightness in flavor is very nice indeed!

“pensit” is a mixture of rice noodles, meat and vegetables. This tastes

very good with an Asian sauce that is like sweet and sour but spicier.

Felda says they go to an Asian store on Sawmill Road in Columbus,

Ohio to purchase this. The meat used in this “pensit” is an apple cured

pork belly, it has strips of fat within the meat. It is very tasty!

There are certain gelatin squares that look like jello but are chewy that

are put in their “traditional fruit cocktail,” along with coconut milk and


The “flan” tasted much like my Mom’s recipe for Mexican or Spanish flan.

The Philippines, Felda told me, take their foods and flavors both from the

Asians and the Spanish cultures. I told her I am able to listen to her, M.J.

and May and hear many Spanish words, like “trabajo” is work, etc.

I love the caramel sauce that you make of burning sugar with butter

and the thick, custard like texture to “flan.”

Another dessert is called, “casava” which is a chewy, sweet “cake” but

is also more of a moist cake or almost like custard, too.

Felda admonished or advised to “try just small bites,” to my oldest

daughter and Micah, too. Each thing may need to be tried, since she says

the textures and flavors of filipino food is quite unique compared to our

“plain” American taste buds.

My oldest daughter went back for seconds on several of the main dishes,

but only ate small portions of the desserts, because she was getting too

full! Micah liked the potato chips, the rice noodles, the “pensit” and the

meat by itself.

The American food they had were dishes brought by us and others. This

included an apple cake, sour cream cake, barbecued chicken, barbecued

beef brisket sandwiches and cole slaw.  We had brought the chips, a raw

vegetable tray and cheese, sausage slices and crackers. These appetizers

were consumed while we waited for the guests to arrive. Several people

who were not at the church came to the filipino party and we all enjoyed

lively music. While we would have liked to stay more than 3 hours, Micah

was getting tired for his nap. We missed out on some games and karaoke

singing, too!

Felda and I added up the number of filipino parties I have attended since

I met her four and a half years ago, to the sum total of six celebrations!!

I had given her my grandsons’ babysitter’s name in Felda’s first week of

her working in the Bin Order Filler position and she has known Skyler

and Micah for all of that time, along with my oldest daughter, too. She met

my daughter in law and my son’s family downtown, we planned a meeting

and traveled around together for a fun First Friday about two years ago.

As always, this cool but sunny Sunday afternoon was filled with laughter,

loud and boisterous voices and delectable traditional filipino foods!

“A grand time was had by all!”

(Micah fell asleep as we were driving, in his car seat. Now that he goes to

preschool, age 4, he is back to being worn out in the afternoons. My

daughter says that it is a nice change from his giving up his naps at age 2!)


I would like to request that you keep the Philippines in your thoughts still

because there have been very high after-shocks and the levels following

the earthquakes are worse than the first ones. James, M.J.’s husband, led

us in a nice prayer before we ate and included the details of the disaster

that is still going on, as of Sunday, October 20, 2013.


August is Coming Soon to Your House and Mine!


Hello! Can you believe it is almost August?! I am going to get ahead of myself

by writing some wonderful things about this month, including a large amount

of Irish battles and several country’s celebrations for Independence Day!

I would like to start with a short August poem by Keats’:

“On one side is a field of drooping oats,

Through which the poppies show their

scarlet coats.”

The “Old Farmer’s Almanac, 2013 edition” lists this detail about the month’s

wonderful and sweet fruit, plums. I will paraphrase these facts:

European plum trees require full sun and well drained soil.

The two varieties “Stanley” plums and “Italian” plums cultivars are high in

sugar content and make delicious prunes.

To make a wonderful plum crop, plant two varieties for cross pollination.

This made me want to get some plums from the store.  I love the way the skin

is tart and the inside of plums are so sweet and delicious! To choose a ripe plum,

the Farmer’s Almanac suggests to look for good color, slightly soft to squeeze

and releases easily with a slight twist if taking off the tree. Try this month, for

the ‘fun of it’ desserts, jellies, preserves or wines made of plums!

Here are some special dates to take note of this month:

August 5th-  Celebrate the “Civic Holiday” in Canada or wherever you are!

August 6th-  The New Moon phase.

“Old Farmer’s Almanac, 2013 edition,” advises:

“Add dead pea vines, bolted lettuce, and other gone-by plants to your

compost pile.”

August 11th-  Celebrate the “end of Dog Days!”

August 14th-  Don’t forget our servicemen and veterans on

Victory in Japan (otherwise known as VJ Day).

August 19th-  National Aviation Day. If you live close to an airport, an

aircraft museum such as the Dayton Air Force Museum, visit and tell

a family member about this special day.  I cannot imagine living without

aviation! If you live close to Kitty Hawk, another example of a great place

to visit in celebrating first flights.

August 20th-  View the Full Sturgeon Moon. Still fascinated about each

moon having a unique name attached! This brought me closer to one of

my fellow bloggers, Jules!

The Irish Battles- most celebrated in the month of August. (In order of years, not days…)

1316- The Second Battle of Athenny

1504-  The Battle of Knockdoe

1596- The Battle of Yellow Ford

1599-  The Battle of Curlew Pass

1647-  The Battle of Dungan’s Hill

1798-  The Battle of Castlebar

1969-  The Battle of the Bogside

Now, for an Awesome August list of Independence Days!

On August 6th- Jamaica has celebrated their Independence since 1962.

On August 9th- Singapore celebrates their National Day.

On August 14th- Pakistan celebrates their Independence since 1947.

On August 15th- India or Indian Independence Day celebrating since 1947.

The Philippines celebrate the whole month of August their Native Language.

The whole first week of August has the following celebrations:

In Maine, the Penobscot Tribe celebrate and incorporate their tribal customs and

crafts in a festival.

In Sweden, the Medieval Week of Wisby in Gotland  celebrates medieval customs and crafts.

In Scotland, the internationally famous Edinburgh Festival takes place in August.

In Wales, They celebrate the Welsh culture, their music, arts and crafts in  the

city of Eisteddfod.

I am sure whatever “corner of the world you live in” you will be celebrating something

in the month of August!