On this day in history... December 20th, 1951, I was born... and nothing important happened. In fact it was a very boring uneventful day in the history of the world. No-one of any stature dies or is born, no big stars are in alignment, it is just a very uneventful day in history.
Some silly things of lesser note for my birthday...
December 20, 1951 is the 354th day of the year 1951 in the Gregorian calendar. There are 11 days remaining until the end of this year. The day of the week is Thursday.
Under the Julian calendar, this day is December 7, 1951 – a Thursday. Both day of the week are the same but did you notice the difference with the Gregorian calendar?
Strange as it may, if we name this day after a polygon then it will be called ‘trihectapentacontatetragon’ day.
Gilbert Montagné, French musician
Peter May, Scottish novelist and scriptwriter
Sagittarius is the zodiac sign of a person born on this day. Turquoise is the modern birthstone for this month. Onyx is the mystical birthstone from Tibetan origin that dates back over a thousand years.
Rabbit is the mythical animal and Metal is the element for this person if we consider the very old art of Chinese astrology.
What was your birthday famous for? Do your own search and find out for yourself.. I was too lazy to turn this into a link as there are too many places giving you one answer or another.
I was fortunate enough and stubborn or stupid and cool enough to be a part of that great era. From an early age I remember putting string pull cords on my bedroom curtains so I could pull them from one side and they would open just like the theater. Then I would take my bicycle light apart and take the glass out then turn the reflector around and put it all back together so I would project a nice sharp edged circle of light onto the curtains... just like the spotlights at the theater.
From an early time I was fascinated with the entertainment industry and wanted desperately to be a part of that world. I was in a band when I was in school, I played bass guitar. Which my mother helped by for me so I could be in the band. I was terrible, I wouldn't practice enough to be any good. The rhythm guitar player was a snotty kid who's father owned the local pub. His dad would let us rehearsed in the garage and sometimes he and I world play the bar on a Friday or Saturday night. He knew all the old music hall sing-along songs from an era gone past. It was the most scary thing I had ever done, in front of all those people. But we got through it, somehow and the people applauded. I started to realize that I was not suited to being in front of the spotlight but behind it. And I did know I liked the music!