Happy Birthday...
to me...happy birthday to me...
35 years ago, July 16th, 1969, two historic launches occurred: Apollo XI, which first sent man to the moon, launched from the Kennedy Space Center in Florida.
About twelve hours later, yours truly was launched at the maternity ward at Long Beach Memorial Hospital in Long Beach, California.
I understand both events caused great rejoicing in my family...but perhaps my brother Pat might make a comment on behalf of the Rainey clan?
posted by scooter @ 9:07 AM
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Happy Birthday to you... (off key singing with a lot of love)... Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Happy Birthday to you... and many more ..
or Hippo Birdie two ewe, Hippo Birdie two ewe, Hippo Birdie,Hippo Birdie, Hippo Birdie two ewe. :)
Amanda
Launch #1 was flashy, but Launch #2 has had more impact on the world! :)
Scott, speaking for the Rainey clan of Long Beach, we were hoping for a moon-mission related birth. I still recall the morning of July 16, 1969 clearly. I was on summer vacation between 7th and 8th grade, and being the space nut that I am, had been following the moon landing story all along. Your brother Bob and I always tried to catch the lift offs, they were really big events back then. Armstrong, Aldrin, and Collins has just lifted off...I was in the kitchen watching the lift off on the small black and white TV when Mom came in. "Pat, your Daddy is taking me to the hospital. I think this is it." I, being 13 at the time, was not allowed to go to the hospital to wait it out. Dad went, stayed all day, and IIFRC came back and got Bob in the afternoon. I remained at home awaiting "the arrival." Of course, those days you did not know what you were gonna get, boy or girl, but our entire family was dead set on a boy. I was watching a rerun of one of my favorite shows ("The Good Guys," Bob Denver's post Gilligan starring vehicle, short-lived, co-starring Herb Edelman,) the phone rant at the dot of 9 p.m. "Pat, your mom just had the baby, and it's a boy!" he exulted. I was so excited that all our prayers had been answered. A little brother! Kewl! He said he'd come get me and try to smuggle me into the ward, which he did. By the time I saw Scott, he was about an hour and a half old. I didn't see Mom that night.
Bob and Dad and I called you "Moonshot" for a while after you came home (this replaced "Oswald," which for some unknown reason, was your in-the-womb moniker.)
Semi-interesting addendum: An old woman on block, who lived two houses away (named Mrs. Block, by the way) had been ill in the hospital that week. When we saw our neighbors the next day following Scott's birth, we learned she had passed away the night before at precisely 8:40 p.m.---the same moment Scott was born. Not sure if it was in the same hospital, though, but kinda a coincidence: One in, one out....
Happy Birthday, bro! Cheers, Pat
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